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Oh, and every suitor 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
Over ivories, are hers and hers alone
Still, every suitor gets their own song
To none of them she ever will belong
'Cause no one takes a Mrs. Mills home
And no ones born to feel like they are owned
Mrs. Mills, Mrs. Mills
Mrs. Mills, Mrs. Mills
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
Mrs. Mills, Mrs. Mills, Mrs. Mills
Oh, Mrs. Mills, Mrs. Mills
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