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Lisa Stansfield
Lisa Stansfield
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Ian Devaney
Ian Devaney
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Andy Morris
Andy Morris
Программирование
Bobby Boughton
Bobby Boughton
Ремиксер
Andy Gangadeen
Andy Gangadeen
Барабаны
Snowboy
Snowboy
Ударные инструменты
Stephen Gibson
Stephen Gibson
Труба
Chris "Snake" Davis
Chris "Snake" Davis
Флейта
Aileen McLaughlin
Aileen McLaughlin
Бэк-вокал
Yak Bondy
Yak Bondy
Программирование
Jerry Hey
Jerry Hey
Труба
Gary Grant
Gary Grant
Труба
Bill Reichenbach
Bill Reichenbach
Тромбон
Dan Higgins
Dan Higgins
Саксофон
Drusilla Harris
Drusilla Harris
Струнные инструменты
Rebecca Gilliver
Rebecca Gilliver
Струнные инструменты
Benedict Holland
Benedict Holland
Струнные инструменты
Berend Mulder
Berend Mulder
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Janes Nossek
Janes Nossek
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Jonathan Price
Jonathan Price
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Juliet Snell
Juliet Snell
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Winkie Thin
Winkie Thin
Струнные инструменты
Richard Thirlwell
Richard Thirlwell
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Rebecca Thompson
Rebecca Thompson
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Jennifer Turner
Jennifer Turner
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Simon Vance
Simon Vance
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Andrew Walton
Andrew Walton
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Richard Williamson
Richard Williamson
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Lisa Stansfield
Lisa Stansfield
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Ian Devaney
Ian Devaney
Композитор
Andy Morris
Andy Morris
Аранжировщик
Andy Gangadeen
Andy Gangadeen
Аранжировщик
Snowboy
Snowboy
Аранжировщик
Jerry Hey
Jerry Hey
Аранжировщик
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Ian Devaney
Ian Devaney
Продюсер
Andy Morris
Andy Morris
Продюсер
Bobby Boughton
Bobby Boughton
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Tim Parry
Tim Parry
Исполнительный продюсер
Jazz Summers
Jazz Summers
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Слова

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 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 to always be impressed 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 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 'Cos you're all woman From monday to sunday I love you much more than you know You're a classy lady 'Cos you're all woman This woman needs a loving man to keep her warm You're the only one You're a classy lady 'Cos you're all woman So sweet the love that used to be So sweet the love that used to be We can be sweet again...
Writer(s): Ian Owen Devaney, Lisa Jane Stansfield, Andy Morris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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