Well, she's all you'd ever want,
She's the kind men 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.
Talkinī 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.
Talkinī 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.
Talkinī 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.
Talkinī 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.
She's a Lady
Recorded By: Tom Jones
Words and Music By: Paul Anka