The Lady's Not For Sale - Rita Coolidge

She longed to be a lady when she was just a child

But where the grass was greener

She done her going wild

And she tried to spread her tender wings

But never left the ground

So she turned to the breeze

At sweet sixteen

And woke up coming down

But she tries in her way climbing high

And she dies each time she fails

So give her a home

Or leave her alone

The lady’s not for sale

She ain’t ashamed to show her soul

She’ll sell it for a song

But free don’t mean she’s easy

Or right for going wrong

Oh so let her be the Lady, Lord

She wants so bad to be

And let her win

The gentleman

She was born to please

But she tries in her way climbing high

And she dies each time she fails

So give her a home

Or leave her alone

The lady’s not for sale

Oh so give her a home

Or just leave her alone

You know the lady is not for sale