She's a lady

by Tom Jones

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, she's a lady
Talkin' about that little lady
And the lady is mine.