Chestnut hair with just a touch of gray

Shadows of a few more years on her face

That ain't the girl that I knew yesterday

Oh no, now, that's a woman



Up and running at the crack of dawn

There ain't always time to get her make up on

But she's more beautiful without it on

Oh yeah, that's a woman



She's got a grace that I don't understand

She can move mountains with those tender hands

She makes a king out of a common man

Yeah that's me, lucky me



Ohh.. ohh.. oh.. oh.. yeah..



She makes a king out of a common man

Yeah that's me

yeah that's me



In the evening when the kids are down

And I can see she's getting sleepy now

Still she finds some time for me somehow

Oh, now, that's a woman