Lisa Stansfield All Woman
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. . .
