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'LadyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.