Premonitia lui Tom Jones...

Well she's all you'd ever want,

She's the kind they'd like to flaunt
and take to dinner.
Well she always knows her place.
She's got style, she's got grace,
She's a winner.
She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa,
She's a Lady.
Talkin' about that little lady,
and the lady is mine.

Well she's never in the way
Always something nice to say,
Oh what a blessing.
I can leave her on her own
Knowing she's okay alone,
and there's no messing.
She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
She's a lady.
Talkin' about that little lady,
and the lady is mine.

Well she never asks for very much
and I don't refuse her.
Always treat her with respect,
I never would abuse her.
What she's got is hard to find,
and I don't want to lose her
Help me build a mountain from my little pile of clay.
Hey, hey, hey.

Well she knows what I'm about,
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. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
She's a lady.
Talkin' about that little lady
and the lady is mine.

Whoa whoa She's a Lady
She's a Lady
Yeah Yeah She's a lady
Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady
Talkin about this little lady
Yeah yeah