Mistress And Maid

She said come in my dear,you’re looking tired to night.Your bath is drawn, let me loosen your tieAnd fix you your usual drink.He settles back, takes a magazine,Kicks off his shoes, as he studies the formOf every appealing soubrette.Burt where are the flowers that he used to bring?Every endearing remardReminds her of passionate promises,That he only made in the dark.In her bed, she wants to shout at the back of his headLook 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 bringWith every endearing remark,And all of the passionate promisesHe’ll never fulfill in the dark.In their bed, she wants to shout at the back of his headLook at me, look at me, look at me I’m 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.