She's a Lady - Funkstar De Luxe, 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