He's home again from another day She smiles at him as he walks through the door She wonders if it will be Okay It's hard for her when he doesn't respond He says babe you look a mess You look dowdy in that dress It's just not like it used to be Then she says: "I may not be a lady But I'm All Woman From Monday to Sunday I work harder than you know I'm no classy lady But I'm All Woman And this woman needs a little love to make her strong You're not the only one" She stands there and lets the tears flow The tears that she's been holding back so long She wonders where did all the loving go The love they used to share when they were strong She says: "Yes I look a mess But I don't love you any less I thought you always thought enough of me I may not be a lady But I'm All Woman From Monday to Sunday I work my fingers to the bone I'm no classy lady But I'm All Woman And this woman needs a little love to make her strong You're not the only one" He holds her and hangs his head in shame He doesn't see her like he used to do He's too wrapped up in working for his pay He hasn't seen the pain he's put her through Attention that he paid Just vanished in the haze He remembers how it used to be When he used to say: "You'll always be a lady 'Cause You're All Woman From Monday to Sunday I love you much more than you know You're a classy lady 'Cause You're All Woman This woman needs a loving man to keep her warm" You're not the only one You're not the only one