m'lady

Lyrics

it must be quite a thrill, for a naive little girl, to come from out of nowhere and make her mark, in this world, to have people curtsey low and say, "m'lady", now your gentlemen is a lord, so distinguished as they say, but when you run your fingers through the gray in his hair, do you ever think of me, m'lady?, and how sweet love to used to be, m'lady, m'lady dresses fine, her silk is satin lined, from china cups m'lady sips her tea, but when you're alone with him, tell me do you secretly, ever get to think of me, m'lady?, and how sweet love used to be, m'lady, your gentlemen friend takes pride, to show you off in crowds, but there are trophies in his den and he's, oh, so proud, of all his mounted heads, though far be it to compare them to m'lady, but i am sure he makes you happy, which is more than i could have done, gives you rings for everything finger, while i could only give you one, and that's hardly satisfactory for m'lady, quite improper for somebody liked m'lady, m'lady dresses fine, her silk is satin lined, from china cups m'lady sips her tea, but when you're alone with him, tell me do you secretly, ever get to think of me, m'lady?, and how sweet love used to be, m'lady, oh, m'lady, mmm, hmm, m'lady, oh, m'lady, m'lady