Lyrics Shes a Lady - Betty Hutton

Shes a Lady

She’s a lady
I’m a lady
She’s a lady
I’m a lady
She’s as quiet as a mouse
Why, she would never ever raise her voice to a shout
Not unless somebody else is drownin' me out
Yes, she’s a lady
I’m a lady
High falootin'
You’re darn tootin'
And her manners are superb
Yesterday I wore a gown of satin an' lace
You took me out dinin' to the ritziest place
And when they brought the finger bowl
Why you washed your face
Ah I’m a lady
She’s a lady
Oh yes
He’s a lover
I’m a lover
He’s big hearted
Once I’ve started
Nothin' is too good for you
Say, how do you mean that?
I bought you a golden necklace fit for a queen
If that’s a golden necklace, why’s my neck turnin' green?
He’s romantic
I’m romantic
He’s the shy type
Yes, it’s my type
He’s the kind that girls can’t trust
Some guys take a girl out ridin' an' when they do
She may have to walk home, that don’t happen to you
That’s because I take them riding in a canoe
Oh he’s a lover
I’m a lover
Oh yes
She’s a lady
I’m a lady
She’s the fine type
Home at nine type
She’s as gentle as a lamb
She’s the most refined girl that the city has got
I will beat up anyone who says that I’m not
She’s a highbrow
I’m a highbrow
You’re what «class» is
You need glasses
You know just how things are done
In a crowded bus, you find a guy with a seat
Then you drop your hanky so it lands at his feet
When he stands up to get it, that’s when I grab his seat
Yes, she’s a lady
Oh I’m a lady
Oh yes
He’s a singer
I’m a singer
Like Caruso
Learned to do so
In a barber-shop quartet
I once gave a haircut to a fellow one day
I started singing «Mammy» an' kept cutting away
Yeah, now they call him «baldy» an' he wears a toupee
You’re a lady
You’re a barber
You’re a highbrow
You’re a singer
Heh heh, i’m a sin-ger?
Ha ha ha ha
She’s a lady
Ah he’s a singer
Oh yeah