that's a woman

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.