If your shoes refuse to shine
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And your legs don't walk in line
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And tomorrow it's just another time, yeah
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That's just the woman in me, baby
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That's just the woman in me, baby
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That's just the woman working on you
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And if your feet can't find the floor
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And your key won't fit the door
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And you forgot just that two twos are four, yeah
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That's just the woman in me, baby
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That's just the woman in me, baby
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That's just the woman working on you
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Oh yeah, now
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And I've seen you wandering, baby
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Up and down my street, yeah
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Trying to explain
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That love is pain
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To all the people that you meet
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Searching for that imperious,
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mysterious femme fatal kind of stuff, yeah
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But if you don't know by now
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That it's me anyhow
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Then baby, you've got it rough
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So if your brain gets so confused
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and your TV is blowing a fuse
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just come on over, you've got nothing to lose
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Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
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That's just the woman in me, baby
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That's just the woman in me, baby
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That's just the woman working on you
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Working on you
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Working on you
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Working on you
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'Cause I need, I need a man to love
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Because I need a man to love...
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That's Just The Woman In Me
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Celine Dion |