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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 okay 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 |
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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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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 |