| Lyrics: | 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 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
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 annf maid |
