Well she's all you'd ever want
She's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner
Well she alway knows her place
She's got style, she's got grace, she's a winner.
She's a Lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa, she's a Lady
Talkin' about that little Lady, and the Lady is mine.
Well she's never in the way
Something, always, nice to say, oh what a blessing.
I can leave her onher own
Knowing she's okay alone, and there's no messing.
She's a Lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa, she's a Lady
Talkin' about that little Lady, and the Lady is mine.
Well she never asks very much and I don't refuse her
Always treat her with respect, I never would abuse her.
What she's got is hard to find, and I don't want to loose her.
Help build a mansion for my little pile of clay. Hey, hey, hey.
Well she knows what I'm about,
She can take what I dish out and that's not easy.
Well she knows me through and through,
She knows just what to do and how to please me.
She's a Lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa, she's a Lady
Talkin' about that little Lady, and the Lady is mine.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, she's a Lady
Whoa, whoa, whoa, she's a Lady.
Listen to me people, she's a Lady
Oh yeah, she's a Lady
She's a Lady,
And the Lady is mine.
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