| Song | All Woman |
| Artist | Lisa Stansfield |
| Album | Biography |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Devaney, Morris, Stansfield | |
| He's home again 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 look a mess | |
| You look dowdy in that dress | |
| It's just not like it used to be | |
| Then she says... | |
| Chorus: | |
| I may not be a lady | |
| But I'm all woman | |
| From monday to sunday I work harder than you know | |
| I'm no classy lady | |
| But I'm all woman | |
| And this 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 | |
| Chorus: | |
| I may not be a lady | |
| But I'm all woman | |
| From monday to sunday I work my fingers to the bone | |
| I'm no classy lady | |
| But I'm all woman | |
| And this woman needs a little love to 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 wrapped up in working for his pay | |
| He hasn't seen the pain he's put her through | |
| Attention that he paid | |
| Just vanished 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 man 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... |
| zuo ci : Devaney, Morris, Stansfield | |
| He' s home again 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 look a mess | |
| You look dowdy in that dress | |
| It' s just not like it used to be | |
| Then she says... | |
| Chorus: | |
| I may not be a lady | |
| But I' m all woman | |
| From monday to sunday I work harder than you know | |
| I' m no classy lady | |
| But I' m all woman | |
| And this 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 | |
| Chorus: | |
| I may not be a lady | |
| But I' m all woman | |
| From monday to sunday I work my fingers to the bone | |
| I' m no classy lady | |
| But I' m all woman | |
| And this woman needs a little love to 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 wrapped up in working for his pay | |
| He hasn' t seen the pain he' s put her through | |
| Attention that he paid | |
| Just vanished 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 man 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... |
| zuò cí : Devaney, Morris, Stansfield | |
| He' s home again 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 look a mess | |
| You look dowdy in that dress | |
| It' s just not like it used to be | |
| Then she says... | |
| Chorus: | |
| I may not be a lady | |
| But I' m all woman | |
| From monday to sunday I work harder than you know | |
| I' m no classy lady | |
| But I' m all woman | |
| And this 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 | |
| Chorus: | |
| I may not be a lady | |
| But I' m all woman | |
| From monday to sunday I work my fingers to the bone | |
| I' m no classy lady | |
| But I' m all woman | |
| And this woman needs a little love to 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 wrapped up in working for his pay | |
| He hasn' t seen the pain he' s put her through | |
| Attention that he paid | |
| Just vanished 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 man 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... |