Lyrics M'Lady - Gary Puckett

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 every 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'Lady