[Jeff Martin, Bruce Bouillet]



You gave yourself so easily

Well that's OK with me

I'm tired of your running around

Please leave me be

Why don't you get out of my life

Go away

I've had it with you makin' the rounds

You got nothing to say



But you keep on comin' around

And manage to cut me inside

You're charged 3rd degree sensual homicide



Miss Mistrester

My little miss

Miss Mistreater

I can't resist



So hard to see what's going on

My blindfold was in place

In the pack and fallin' back

You keep pickin' up the pace



You've got a spell on me

Can't fight it, can't beat it alone

I wait so patiently and pray

For your voice on the phone



Miss Mistreater

I got the itch

Miss Mistreater

I can't resist



You've got a spell on me

Can't fight it, can't beat it alone

I wait so patiently to hear

Your sweet voice on the phone



Miss Mistreater

My little miss

Miss Mistreater

You're such a bitch

Miss Mistreater

I got the itch

Miss Mistreater

I can't resist

I can't resist my little miss