Red Johnson - Mrs. Johnson Lyrics

See the exotic Delilah
Her act's a sensation
That's what the marquee says
Outside the door
Crowds growing wild
Throwing money
On the stage
Applauding and whistling
Show them more!

Can you hear the snide remarks
By the men here on the floor?
As they wonder how a night
With you would be
You turn them on, Delilah
The world knows you as Delilah
But you're still Mrs. Johnson to me

You've hidden your past
You're successful at last
As far as this kind of success goes
You're dancing under money
But do you see that little flower?
Yes, Mrs. Johnson
It's me who threw the rose

You've hidden your past
You're successful at last
As far as this kind of success goes
They don't know you're a mother
And I love you as no other
Yes, Mrs. Johnson
It's me who threw the rose

Oh Mrs. Johnson
You're stepping on my rose