See me smile so proud and wave at the crowd All dressed in fine satins and nothing too loud Now a lady for sure in fine French couture A purse well-endowed for my hand he ensured Do they see, in me The lie that I hide all day locked up inside Truth is it's a lonely (or empty) life When you are the mayor's wife With a babe in my arms all ruffles and charms To giggle and love me, what would be the harm? I don't love him for sure but for this I'd endure If I must live this life a child is my cure Do they see, in me The lie that I hide all day locked up inside Truth is it's a cursed life When you are the mayor's wife