Some foolish thing that's so small. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Sometimes she will hide a broken wing. Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
It doesn't matter, but to her. Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.
She's a lady. She'd left behind. She's a lady. Of a woman and the mind of a child. It's a thing she couldn't share. Yeah yeah yeah She's a Lady Listen to me baby, She's a Lady Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady And the Lady is mine Yeah yeah yeah She's a Lady Talkin' about that little lady and the lady is mine. Trying to cope with the body. She can take 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 please me. She's a lady. The child she'd always been.
Well she never asks for very much and I don't refuse her. I can leave her on her own Knowing she's okay alone, and there's no messing. Ashamed to let you see.
Well she's never in the way Always something nice to say, Oh what a blessing. She's a lady.