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 suiter 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 suiter 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 (Mrs. Mills)
I would never do you wrong
Mrs. Mills, could I oblige ya (Mrs. Mills)
Would ya play me just one song
Mrs. Mills, I am confiding (Mrs. Mills)
I have loved you all along
Mrs. Mills, Mrs. Mills, Mrs. Mills (Mrs. Mills)

(Mrs. Mills)
(Mrs. Mills)
(Mrs. Mills)
(Mrs. Mills)
(Mrs. Mills)

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Andrew Wotman, Eddie Jerome Vedder, Josh Klinghoffer