Testo Mistress & Maid Paul Mccartney
She said
Come in my dear,
Youâre 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 Iâm afraid
See what itâs come to,
Iâm just your mistress and maid.
The wine is warm
But the dinner is cold.
The look in his eye tells her it wonât be long
âtill the girls on the page come to life.
And theyâll get the flowers that he used to bring
With every endearing remark,
And all of the passionate promises
Heâll 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 Iâm not afraid.
See what itâs come to,
Iâm not your mistress and maid.
See what itâs come to,
Iâm not your mistress annf maid.