TOM JONES - She’s a Lady

TOM JONES - She’s a Lady 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 Whoa, 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 Whoa, 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 ea