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