You gave yourself so easilyWell that's OK with meI'm tired of your running aroundPlease leave me beWhy don't you get out of my lifeGo awayI've had it with you makin' the roundsYou got nothing to sayBut you keep on comin' aroundAnd manage to cut me insideYou're charged 3rd degree sensual homicideMiss MistresterMy little missMiss MistreaterI can't resistSo hard to see what's going onMy blindfold was in placeIn the pack and fallin' backYou keep pickin' up the paceYou've got a spell on meCan't fight it, can't beat it aloneI wait so patiently and prayFor your voice on the phoneMiss MistreaterI got the itchMiss MistreaterI can't resistYou've got a spell on meCan't fight it, can't beat it aloneI wait so patiently to hearYour sweet voice on the phoneMiss MistreaterMy little missMiss MistreaterYou're such a bitchMiss MistreaterI got the itchMiss MistreaterI can't resistI can't resist my little miss