| Well, she’s all you’d ever want
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| She’s the kind I like to flaunt and take to dinner
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| But she always knows her place
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| She’s got style, she’s got grace--she's a winner
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| She’s a lady
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| Oh, whoa, whoa, she’s a lady
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| Talkin' about that little lady
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| And the lady is mine
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| Well, she’s never in the way
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| Always something nice to say, and what a blessin'
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| I can leave her on her own
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| Knowin' she’s OK alone and there’s no messin'
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| She’s a lady
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| Oh, whoa, whoa, she’s a lady
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| Talkin' about that little lady
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| And the lady is mine
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| Well, she never asks very much
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| And I don’t refuse her
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| Always treat her with respect
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| I never would abuse her
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| What she’s got is hard to find
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| And I don’t want to lose her
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| Help me build a mountain
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| From a little pile of clay, hey hey hey
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| Well, she knows what I’m about
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| She can take what I dish out, and that’s not easy
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| But she knows me through and through
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| And she knows just what to do and how to please me She’s a lady
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| Oh, whoa, whoa, she’s a lady
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| Talkin' about that little lady
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| And the lady is mine
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, she’s a lady
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| Oh, whoa, whoa, she’s a lady
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| Talkin' about that little lady
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| And the lady is mine |