M' Lady

M'lady!
M'lady!

It must be quite a thrill
For a naive little girl
To come from out of nowhere and make her mark
In the world
To have people curtsy low and say: m'lady

Now your gentleman is a lord
So distinguished as they say
But when you run your fingers through the braid
In his hair
Do you ever think of me, m'lady
And how sweet love used to be, m'lady

M'lady dresses fine
Her silk is satin lined
From china cups m'lady sips her tea
Oh, but when you're all alone
As I know you'll always be
Will you never think of me, m'lady
And how sweet love used to be, m'lady

I'm sure he makes you happy
Which is more I could have done
Gives you rings for every finger while I could only give you one
And that's hardly satisfactory for m' lady
Quite improper for somebody like m' lady

M'lady dresses fine
Her silk is satin lined
From china cups m'lady sips her tea
Oh, but when you're all alone
As I know you'll always be
Will you ever think of me, m'lady
And how sweet love used to be, m'lady

M'lady!
M'lady!
M'lady!