| 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 okay 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 |