Mrs. Mills

Mrs. Mills waits in the dark for the red light to go on And the curtains will be drawn so none could see All the townsfolk, they don't know what the men do down below In the shadows of a disco neon glow In the spotlight, she lifts her wings high And sings like nobody before Or holds her own as their hands, they roam Oh, the ivory, that is her flesh and bone Oh, and every suitor gets their own song To none of them she ever will belong 'Cause no one takes a Mrs. Mills home Mrs. Mills waits down the stairs, crimson carpet leads you there Leaving broken hearts, a trail of those who dared Mr. Wonder, then Sir John, Miss Madonna played by Paul Even royalty, they have to leave by dawn As they play her, a sound like a prayer She sings like nobody before Oh, holds her own as the sound unfolds Over ivories, are hers and hers alone Still, every suitor gets their own song To none of them she ever will belong 'Cause no one takes a Mrs. Mills home And no ones born to feel like they are owned Mrs. Mills, Mrs. Mills Mrs. Mills, Mrs. Mills Mrs. Mills, if I could find ya, I would never do you wrong Mrs. Mills, could I oblige ya, would ya play me just one song? Mrs. Mills, I am confiding, I have loved you all along Mrs. Mills, Mrs. Mills, Mrs. Mills Mrs. Mills, Mrs. Mills, Mrs. Mills Oh, Mrs. Mills, Mrs. Mills