Paul McCartney - Mistress And Maid

^DShe ^Fsaid ^G7Come in my dear, You're looking tired tonight. Your bath is drawn, let me ^B7loosen your ^Emtie And ^B7fix you your usual drink. ^D7

^G7He settles back, Takes a magazine, Kicks off his shoes, as he ^B7studies the ^Emform Of ^B7every appealing soubrette. ^D7

But ^Gmwhere are the flowers that he used to bring? Every en^A7dearing re^Dmmark Re^Gmminds her of passionarte ^Cpromises, That ^Gmhe only ^A7made in the ^Ddark.

In her ^Adimbed, ^EmShe wants to shout at the ^Aback of his head Look at ^Dme, look at me, look at ^Adimme I'm afraid ^EmSee what it's come to, ^CmI'm just your ^Cmi6mistress and ^G7maid.

^G7The wine is warm But the dinner is cold. The look in his eye tells her ^B7it won't be ^Emlong till the ^B7girls on the page come to life. ^D7

And ^Gmthey'll get the flowers that he used to bring With every en^A7dearing re^Dmmark, And ^Gmall of the passionate ^Cpromises He'll ^Gmnever ful^A7fil in the ^Ddark.

In their ^Adimbed, ^EmShe wants to shout at the ^Aback of his head Look at ^Dme, look at me, now that ^AdimI'm not afraid. ^EmSee what it's come to, ^CmI'm not your ^Cmi6mistress and ^G7maid.

^FmSee what it's come to, ^CmI'm not your ^Cmi6mistress and ^G7maid.