That's A Woman
((Brad Martin/R. Williamson/A. Laney))
She's been working all day, you'd never know
It's over now as she changes clothes
Leaves it all behind, that old 9 to 5
Already waiting when I come in, asking how my day has been
Knowing all the time, hers was worse than mine
Now that's a woman, that's a woman
Such a pretty face, no makeup on
Dancing round the house to the radio
In my favorite shirt, it looks better on her
Crossing her legs and painting her toes
Sitting in the middle of the living room floor
Putting on a show, she don't even know
Now that's a woman, that's a woman
She's got sexy little ways, sassy little moods
But all I know is her love is true
When we lay down late at night
In my arms, she holds on tight
Whispers low, baby I love you so
Now that's a woman, that's a woman
Now that's a woman, that's my woman
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