And fix you your usual drink"
See what it's come to, I'm not your mistress and maid
No, no, no, no
Mistress and maid
The wine is warm but the dinner is cold
And all of the passionate promises
He'll never fulfil in the dark
Look at me, look at me, now that I'm not afraid
The look in his eye tells her it won't be long
Mistress and maid
And they'll get the flowers that he used to bring
'Til the girls on the page come to life
Mistress and maid
Look at me, look at me, look at me I'm afraid
But where are the flowers that he used to bring?
As he studies the form of every appealing soubrette
That he only made in the dark
He settles back, takes a magazine, kicks off his shoes
With every endearing remark
Reminds her of passionate promises
See what it's come to, I'm just your mistress and maid
See what it's come to, I'm not your mistress and maid
In her bed she wants to shout at the back of his head
In their bed she wants to shout at the back of his head
No, no, no, no
Every endearing remark
Yeah, Mrs and mistress
