Text: Reba McEntire. Out Of A Dream. I'm A Woman.

Well I can wash out forty four pairs of socks
And have 'em on the line
You know I can starch and iron two dozen shirts
'Fore you can count from one to nine
I can slip up a great big dip up of lard from a drippings can
Throw it in the skillet, do my shopping, and be back before it melts in
the pan

Cause I'm a woman
W-O-M-A-N
Let me tell ya again
I'm a woman
W-O-M-A-N

Well I can rub and scrub till this house shines just like a dime
Feed the baby
Grease the car
Powder my nose at the same time

You know I can get all dressed up
Go out swinging with the M-A-N
Jump in bed at five
Sleep till 6
And start all over again

Cause I'm a woman
W-O-M-A-N
Let me tell ya again
I'm a woman
W-O-M-A-N

Well now if you come to me sick you know that I'm gonna make you well
And if you come to me all hexed up you know I'm gonna break the spell
And if you come to me hungry, you know
I'll feed ya full of my grits
And if it's loving you want, I can kiss you and give you the shivering fits

Cause I'm a woman
W-O-M-A-N
Let me tell ya again
I'm a woman
W-O-M-A-N
(I'll say it again)

Well, I got a twenty dollar gold fee that says there's nothing that I can't do
Well I can make a dress out of feeding sacks and I can make a man out of you

Cause I'm a woman
W-O-M-A-N
Let me tell ya again
I'm a woman
W-O-M-A-N

I'm a woman
I'm a woman
I'm a woman
Yeah I'm a woman