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