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 passionate 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 
'Til 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 and maid 
No, no, no, no 
No, no, no, no

Yeah, Mrs and mistress 
Mistress and maid 
Mistress and maid 
Mistress and maid 
Mistress and maid