(Words and music by Paul Anka. )

Well, she´s all you´d ever want, 
She´s the kind men 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 
Something always 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. 

Yeah, yeah, yeah. She´s a lady. 
Listen to me baby, she´s a lady. 
Whoa, whoa, whoa, she´s a lady. 
And the lady is mine. 

Yeah, yeah, yeah. She´s a lady. 
Talkin´ about this little lady. 
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, 
Whoa and the lady is mine. 
Yeah, yeah, she´s a lady, 
And the lady is mine.