Mistress And Maid Paroles

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 Passionarte 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 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 Annf Maid.