Gary Puckett and the Union Gap - M'Lady

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 everything 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