DShe Fsaid
G7Come in my dear,
You're looking tired tonight.
Your bath is drawn, let me H7loosen your Emitie
And H7fix you your usual drink. D7G7He settles back,
Takes a magazine,
Kicks off his shoes, as he H7studies the Emiform
Of H7every appealing soubrette. D7
But Gmiwhere are the flowers that he used to bring?
Every enA7dearing reDmimark
ReGmiminds her of passionarte Cpromises,
That Gmihe only A7made in the Ddark.
In her Adimbed,
EmiShe wants to shout at the Aback of his head
Look at Dme, look at me, look at Adimme I'm afraid
EmiSee what it's come to,
CmiI'm just your Cmi6mistress and G7maid.
D, FG7The wine is warm
But the dinner is cold.
The look in his eye tells her H7it won't be Emilong
till the H7girls on the page come to life. D7
And Gmithey'll get the flowers that he used to bring
With every enA7dearing reDmimark,
And Gmiall of the passionate Cpromises
He'll Gminever fulA7fil in the Ddark.
In their Adimbed,
EmiShe wants to shout at the Aback of his head
Look at Dme, look at me, now that AdimI'm not afraid.
EmiSee what it's come to,
CmiI'm not your Cmi6mistress and G7maid.
FmiSee what it's come to,
CmiI'm not your Cmi6mistress and G7maid.
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