Mistreated by Janey Street

Typical morning
Toast and marmalade
Cup of black coffee
Another brand new same old day
A knock at my door
It was a Census Man
I was fumbling with my role
He wanted to know who I am
I said they call me Mistreated

Take a look around
Teardrops everywhere
Check up the bedroom
Ain't no man in there
You're good with figures
so end it all, all
Read the bottom line
Having a tag ain't enough?
You can call me Mistreated
Mistreated, so mistreated
I've been mistreated by the man I love


An April day
Mister, I've just been used
Just like old folk
Talk on this lonely avenue
Little by little
I sure lost in life
But only thing you left me
Is this sad name I've got

You can call me Mistreated
Mistreated, so mistreated
I've been mistreated by the man I love

(solo)

Ten years from now
When you call back then
I'll be Mrs. Somebody
You can write that down
Now you can call me Mistreated
So so Mistreated
Hey, Mr. Census man
You can call me Mistreated
I'll be Mrs. Somebody someday.