Lady Like That

She walks in slow, with a fire in her step,

Silk on her skin, and no sign of regret.

Eyes like diamonds, voice like wine,

And every man prays, “Let her be mine.”

But you don’t tell a lady like that what to do,

She’s got her own mind, she don’t answer to you.

She moves like a flame, and she cuts like a knife,

She’s nobody’s girl – she’s the queen of her life.

She laughs like thunder, and she cries in gold,

She’s wild when she’s young, and fierce when she’s old.

You think you can catch her? Better think twice,

She’s got a heart – but it comes with a price.

No, you don’t own a lady like that, not a chance,

She’ll steal the whole room with just one glance.

She kisses like jazz, and she leaves like the wind,

You’ll never forget her once she begins.

She’s not here to be tamed…

She’s here to be seen, felt… and remembered.

So raise your glass to the wild and the free,

To the women like her – and the men who can see:

You don’t win a lady like that with a fight…

You just pray she stays for one more night.