[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