Missy's on the loose
She's gone and cooked a goose
A little mayonnaise on a chip
A little puff, puff take a hit
I've got an octagon excuse
High heels, guitar, a nice caboose
I've got a mini-disc machine
I think she's made a melody
Missy's on the loose
She's gone and cooked a goose
A little mayonnaise on a chip
A little puff, puff take a hit
I think it starts with fluffy stuff
Some things you just can't get enough
I like the songs when they are rough
She'll sell you soaps to clean you up
I've got a mini-disc machine
And when she plays her songs for me
I think she's made a melody
And when she plays her songs for me
I hear rhythm bell two
And when she plays her songs
I hear rhythm bell two