(Brad Martin/R. Williamson/A. Laney)



She's been working all day, you'd never know

It's over now as she changes clothes

Leaves it all behind, that old 9 to 5

Already waiting when I come in, asking how my day has been

Knowing all the time, hers was worse than mine



Now that's a woman, that's a woman



Such a pretty face, no makeup on

Dancing round the house to the radio

In my favorite shirt, it looks better on her

Crossing her legs and painting her toes

Sitting in the middle of the living room floor

Putting on a show, she don't even know



Now that's a woman, that's a woman



She's got sexy little ways, sassy little moods

But all I know is her love is true



When we lay down late at night

In my arms, she holds on tight

Whispers low, baby I love you so



Now that's a woman, that's a woman

Now that's a woman, that's my woman