作词 : Red House Painters
The light color in the room
The sunshine seeping in

Doesn't mix with the black of

Death's angel looming in

I've had enough of the

Brutal beatings and name callings

To lose me to this bed

Bruised internally, eternally

Your praise little gifts you spent your money
And stuffed me with

Didn't amount to anything

The attention I need is much more serious

A kind of weight you couldn't lift

Even if your cheap career depended on it

I need someone much more mysterious

To be my, to be my miss
To be my mistress

To be my, to be my miss
To be my mistress

To be my, to be my miss
To be my mistress

To be my, to be my miss
To be my mistress