(mccartney/macman*s) 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 pa**ionate 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 pa**ionate 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