D'Angelo — Lady Live

[Intro] Where all my ladies at? All my ladies, make some noise Ow [Chorus] You're my lady (Shout-out to my queens) You’re my lady (You're my, you're my) You’re my lady (My, my, my baby, oh baby) You're my lady (Mmm, mmm) [Verse 1] Don't think I don't see them looking at ya All of them wishing they could have ya And as a matter of fact, uh A bunch of 'em are itchin' for you to scratch 'em I'm tired of hiding what we feel I’m tryna come with the real And I’m gonna make it known 'Cause I want them to know [Chorus] You’re my lady (You're my lady, yeah, yeah) You're my lady (Mmm, you're my, you’re my) (Shout-out to all the queens out there, all the beautiful ladies) You'rе my lady (My divine, my divine lady) (This is for you, love you) You'rе my lady (Oh, oh) (To my fly sistas, yeah) [Verse 2] You're my little baby (Baby) My darling baby (Baby) I swear you're the talk of the town And everybody wants to know what's going down Babe, I know they've seen us before Maybe at the liquor store (Not no more) (Maybe at the liquor store) Or maybe at the health food stand (Yeah) They don't know (Yeah) that I'm your man (Yeah) [Chorus] You're my lady (You're my, you're my) You're my lady (Baby, ooh ooh, you're my lady) You're my lady (You're, my divine, my divine) (Shout-out to the McBride Sisters, much love) You're my lady (And their Black owned winery, Black Girl Magic) [Outro] I can tell they're looking at us I pick you up every day from your job (At Target, what's up, y'all?) (You're my lady) And every guy in the parking lot (Sending much love to these hipsters) Wants to rob me of my girl And my heart and soul And everybody wants to treat me so cold But I know I love you and you love me There's no other lover for you or me You're my lady