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She's a
lady Well, she's
all you'd ever want She's the kind
I like to flaunt and take to dinner But she
always knows her place She's got
style, she's got grace--she's a winner She's a
lady Oh, whoa,
whoa, she's a lady Talkin'
about that little lady And the
lady is mine |
Well, she's
never in the way Always
something nice to say, and what a blessin' I can leave
her on her own Knowin'
she's OK alone and there's no messin' She's a
lady Oh, 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 lose her Help me
build a mountain From a
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 But she
knows me through and through And she
knows just what to do and how to please me She's a
lady |
Oh, whoa,
whoa, she's a lady Talkin'
about that little lady And the
lady is mine Yeah, yeah,
yeah, she's a lady Oh, whoa,
whoa, whoa she's a lady Talkin'
about that little lady And the
lady is mine she's a lady |
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