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. . .