She said, come in my dear, you're looking tired tonightYour bath is drawn, let me loosen your tieAnd fix you your usual drinkHe settles back, takes a magazineKicks off his shoes as he studies the formOf every appealing secretBut where are the flowers that he used to bring?Every endearing remarkReminds her of passionate promisesThat he only made in the darkIn her bedShe wants to shout at the back of his headLook at me, look at me, look at meI'm afraid, see what it's come toI'm just your mistress and meThe wine is warm, but the dinner is coldThe look in his eye tells her it won't be longTill the girls on the page come to lifeHe'll get the flowers that he used to bringWith every endearing remarkAnd all of the passionate promisesHe'll never fulfill in the darkIn their bedShe wants to shout at the back of his headLook at me, look at me now that I'm not afraidSee what it's come toI'm not your mistress and meSee what it's come toI'm not your mistress and meNo, no, no, noNo, no, no, noNo, no, no, noMr. Sam MayMr. Sam MayMr. Sam MayMr. Sam May