Mrs. Mills

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 Oh, holds her own As their hands they roam O'er the ivory That is her flesh and bone Oh, 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 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 O'er ivories, are hers and hers alone 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 one's 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) (Mrs. Mills) (Mrs. Mills)

Sra. Mills

Sra. Mills espera en la oscuridad por la luz rojo que siga y las persianas se soltaran para que nadie pueda ver todos los amigos no saben lo que el hombre hace por debajo en las sombras de una luz de disco neon en el foco central ella levanta sus alas alto y canta como nadie antes oh, la sostiene mientras sus manos vagan sobre el marfil es su carne y hueso Oh, en cada guitarra pone su propia cancion a nadie de ellos pertenecera porque nadie lleva a casa a la Sra. Mills La Sra. Mills espera bajo las escaleras carpeta de carmesi te lleva ahi dejando corazones rotos un rastro de aquellos quienes se atrevieron La señora maravilla, luego el Señor John Señora Madonna tocada por paul incluso la realeza se tienen que ir al amanecer mientras la toca un sonido como una plegaria ella canta como nadie antes oh, la sostiene mientras sus manos vagan sobre el marfil es su carne y hueso Oh, en cada guitarra pone su propia cancion a nadie de ellos pertenecera porque nadie lleva a casa a la Sra. Mills y nadie ha nacido para tenerla (Sra. Mills) (Sra. Mills) (Sra. Mills) (Sra. Mills) Sra. Mills, si pudiera encontrarte nunca te haria mal Sra. Mills, podria obligarte podrias tocarme como una cancion Sra. Mills, estoy confiando te he amado todo este tiempo Sra. Mills, Sra. Mills, Sra. Mills (Sra. Mills) (Sra. Mills) (Sra. Mills) (Sra. Mills)