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
Holds her own
As their hands they roam
O'er the ivory
That is her flesh and bone
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 carpеt leads you there
Lеaving 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
Still every guitar gets their own song
To none of them she will ever belong
Cause no one takes a Mrs. Mills home
And no ones born to
Feel like they are owned
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…
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