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He's home again from another day |
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She smiles at him as he walks through the door |
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She wonders if it will be okay |
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It's hard for her when he doesn't respond |
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He says, "Babe, you look a mess" |
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You look dowdy in that dress |
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It's just not like it used to be |
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Then she says |
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I may not be a lady but I'm all woman |
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From Monday to Sunday, I work harder than you know |
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I'm no classy lady but I'm all woman |
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And this woman needs a little love to make her strong |
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You're not the only one |
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She stands there and lets the tears flow |
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Tears that she's been holding back so long |
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She wonders where did all the loving go? |
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The love they used to share when they were strong |
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She says, "Yes, I look a mess |
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But I don't love you any less" |
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I thought you always thought enough of me |
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To always be impressed |
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I may not be a lady but I'm all woman |
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From Monday to Sunday, I work harder than you know |
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I'm no classy lady but I'm all woman |
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And this woman needs a little love to make her strong |
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You're not the only one |
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He holds her and hangs his head in shame |
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He doesn't see her like he used to do |
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He's too wrapped up in working for his pay |
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He hasn't seen the pain he's put her through |
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Attention that he paid |
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Just vanished in the haze |
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He remembers how it used to be |
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When he used to say |
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You'll always be a lady 'cos you're all woman |
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From Monday to Sunday I love you much more than you know |
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You're a classy lady 'cos you're all woman |
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This woman needs a loving man to keep her warm |
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You're not the only one |
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You're a classy lady 'cos you're all woman |
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So sweet the love that used to be |
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So sweet the love that used to be |
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We can be sweet again |
