Em
Well she's all you'd ever want,
                                                 D
She's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner.
         Em
Well she always knows her place.
                                          D
She's got style, she's got grace, She's a winner.

        Em                            D
She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady.
                          Em                    Bm
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.

           Em
Well she's never in the way
                                        D
Always something nice to say, Oh what a blessing.
      Em
I can leave her on her own
                                         D
Knowing she's okay alone, and there's no messing.

        Em                              D
She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady.
                   Em                           Bm
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.

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

         Em
Well she knows what I'm about,
                                             D
She can take what I dish out, and that's not easy,
         Em
Well she knows me through and through,
                                      D
She knows just what to do, and how to please me.

        Em                              D
She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady.
                          Em                   D
Talkin' about that little lady and the lady is mine.


~Repeat until tired~