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
Oh, holds her own As their hands they roam O'er the ivory That is her flesh and bone
Oh, and every guitar 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 O'er ivories, are hers and hers alone Still every guitar gets their own song To none of them she will ever belong 'Cause no one takes a Mrs. Mills home
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
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