She Said
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Come In My Dear,
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You're Looking Tired Tonight.
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Your Bath Is Drawn, Let Me Loosen Your Tie
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And Fix You Your Usual Drink.
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He Settles Back,
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Takes A Magazine,
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Kicks Off His Shoes, As He Studies The Form
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Of Every Appealing Soubrette.
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But Where Are The Flowers That He Used To Bring?
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Every Endearing Remark
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Reminds Her Of Passionarte Promises,
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That He Only Made In The Dark.
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In Her Bed,
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She Wants To Shout At The Back Of His Head
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Look At Me, Look At Me, Look At Me I'm Afraid
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See What It's Come To,
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I'm Just Your Mistress And Maid.
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The Wine Is Warm
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But The Dinner Is Cold.
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The Look In His Eye Tells Her It Won't Be Long
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'Till The Girls On The Page Come To Life.
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And They'll Get The Flowers That He Used To Bring
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With Every Endearing Remark,
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And All Of The Passionate Promises
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He'll Never Fulfil In The Dark.
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In Their Bed,
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She Wants To Shout At The Back Of His Head
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Look At Me, Look At Me, Now That I'm Not Afraid.
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See What It's Come To,
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I'm Not Your Mistress And Maid.
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See What It's Come To,
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I'm Not Your Mistress Annf Maid.
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Mistress And Maid
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| Paul McCartney |
