Mistress And Maid

She said

Come in my dear

You're looking tired tonight

Your bath is drawn, let me loosen your tie

And fix you your usual drink

He settles back

Takes a magazine

Kicks off his shoes, as he studies the form

Of every appealing soubrette

But where are the flowers that he used to bring?

Every endearing remark

Reminds her of passionate promises

That he only made in the dark

In her bed

She wants to shout at the back of his head

Look at me, look at me, look at me I'm afraid

See what it's come to

I'm just your mistress and maid

The wine is warm

But the dinner is cold

The look in his eye tells her it won't be long

'Till the girls on the page come to life

And they'll get the flowers that he used to bring

With every endearing remark

And all of the passionate promises

He'll never fulfil in the dark

In their bed

She wants to shout at the back of his head

Look at me, look at me, now that I'm not afraid

See what it's come to

I'm not your mistress and maid

See what it's come to

I'm not your Mistress and Maid

Mistress and Maid

Mistress and Maid

Mistress and Maid

Mistress and Maid