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