With apologies to Tom Jones

(Please provide your own music.)

She's a Lady

Well, she's all you'd ever want,

She's the kind that likes to flaunt,

you can’t confine her.

Well, she loves to stuff her face.

She's got style

she's got grace,

She's a whiner.

She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady.
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.

Well, she's always in the way

Always something loud to say,

Oh what a blessing.
I can’t leave her on her own
Or else she might get mowed down

- there's so much messing.

She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady.
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.
Well, if she asks for something - just try refuse her!

Always keep her at arms length, she's a bruiser.

But she's always close behind, and I can't lose her

Well, she knows what makes me shout,

She spits out 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 tease me.

She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady.
Talkin' about that little lady and the lady is mine.

Yeah yeah yeah She's a Lady
Listen to my baby, She's a wailer.

Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady