She said come in my dear you’re looking tired 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 promise 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 mistress and maid. The wine is warmbut the dinner is cold the look in his eyes   tlls 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 passionate promises he’ll never fullfill 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 affraid 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