Lyrics
She wears satin
Spanish lace
She feels wild chinchilla brush across her face
She's lucky
She's a woman
She wears diamonds bright as stars
She has lovers open doors to fancy cars
She's lucky
So lucky
She's a woman
A perfume by Lanvin to dab across her wrist
A secret, ribboned diary of all the men she's kissed
So many men she's kissed
Lilac waters bathe her skin
At the opera, ushers gasp when she sweeps in
Gifts of chocolate, roses too
Hand-delivered notes confessing "I love you!"
Milky lotions, scented creams
She's the climax of your Technicolor dreams
How lucky can you be?
So lucky, you'll agree
And I wish that she were me
That woman
Spanish lace
She feels wild chinchilla brush across her face
She's lucky
She's a woman
She wears diamonds bright as stars
She has lovers open doors to fancy cars
She's lucky
So lucky
She's a woman
A perfume by Lanvin to dab across her wrist
A secret, ribboned diary of all the men she's kissed
So many men she's kissed
Lilac waters bathe her skin
At the opera, ushers gasp when she sweeps in
Gifts of chocolate, roses too
Hand-delivered notes confessing "I love you!"
Milky lotions, scented creams
She's the climax of your Technicolor dreams
How lucky can you be?
So lucky, you'll agree
And I wish that she were me
That woman