Well she's all you'd ever want,
She's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner.
Well she always 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 on her 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 for 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 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
Listen to me baby, she's a lady
Whoa whoa whoa, she's a lady
And the lady is mine

Yeah yeah yeah, she's a lady
Talkin' about this little lady
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa and the lady is mine
Yeah yeah, she's a lady
And the lady is mine.

Written by Paul Anka (1971).
Recorded by Tom Jones.

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