He`s home agein from another day
She smiles at him as he walks through the door. She wonders if it will be Okay
It`s hard for her when he doesn`t respond
He says babe you bok a mess You look dowdy in that dress It`s jusl not like it used to be
Then she seys. . .
I may not be a lady But I`m All Woman
From Monday to Sunday I work harder than you know I`m no clessy lady But I`m All
Woman
And the woman needs a little love to make her strong You`re not the only one
She stands there and lets the tears flow
Tears that she`s been holding back so long She wonders where did all the loving go
The love they used to share when they were strong
She says yes I look a mess But I don`t love you any less
I thought you always thought enough of me To always be impressed
I may not be a lady But I`m All Women
From Monday to Sunday I work my fingers to the bone I`m no classy lady But I`m All
Woman
This woman needs a little love lo make her strong You`re not the only one
He holds her and hangs his head in shame He doesn`t see her like he used to do He`s too
wrepped up In working for his pay He hasn`t seen the pain he`s put her through
Attention that he paid
Just vanlshed in the haze
He remembers how it used to be When he used to say
You`ll always be a lady `Cos you`re All Woman
From Monday to Sunday I love you much more than you know You`re a classy lady
`Cos you`re All Woman
This woman needs a loving men to keep her warm
You`re the only one You`re a classy lady `Cos you`re All Woman
So sweet the love that used to be So sweet the love that used to be
We can be sweet again. . .