He's home again 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 look a mess   You look dowdy in that dress   It's just not like it used to be   Then she says:     "I may not be a lady   But I'm All Woman   From Monday to Sunday I work harder than you know   I'm no classy lady   But I'm All Woman   And this woman needs a little love to make her strong   You're not the only one"     She stands there and lets the tears flow   The 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     I may not be a lady   But I'm All Woman   From Monday to Sunday I work my fingers to the bone   I'm no classy lady   But I'm All Woman   And this woman needs a little love to 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 wrapped up in working for his pay   He hasn't seen the pain he's put her through     Attention that he paid   Just vanished in the haze   He remembers how it used to be   When he used to say:     "You'll always be a lady   'Cause You're All Woman   From Monday to Sunday I love you much more than you know   You're a classy lady   'Cause You're All Woman   This woman needs a loving man to keep her warm"     You're not the only one   You're not the only one   (transcribed by Roman )