Bruised internally, eternally
I need someone much more mysterious
Even if your cheap career depended on it
A kind of weight you couldn't lift
To be my, to be my miss
And stuffed me with
Your praise little gifts you spent your money
To be my mistress
The attention I need is much more serious
To be my, to be my miss
Death's angel looming in
To be my, to be my miss
Brutal beatings and name callings
To be my, to be my miss
I've had enough of the
Doesn't mix with the black of
Didn't amount to anything
To lose me to this bed
To be my mistress
To be my mistress