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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,

"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 holdin' 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 woman.
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 to make her strong.
You're not the only one."

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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 workin' 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,
'cause you're all woman.

From Monday to Sunday,
I love you much more than you know.

You're a classy lady, 'cause you're all woman.
This woman needs a lovin' man to keep her warm.
You're the only one.

You're a classy lady,
'cause 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.