When you were little she sold you out
  Out be the ounce the drugs and alcohol was free
  Or maybe it was your imagination
  Friend of the family but now the foe
  She gets inside your mind with everything you smoke
  That's why your conspiracy comes from some words she spoke
    The rain is controlled by misty
  Who's one but feels like three
  She always has to be behind every little problem I face
  I'd drive to Ireland but there's a lake between the land
  She hired private eyes to follow me
    Maybe I'll go to Paris and France
  And meet the Pope and someone to be with for life
  A place far away where she could never find us here
    Everything bad is a "misty"
  She's hiding in that tree
  I'm swimming at the beach and she's got submarines and high technology
  She runs my life and in my dreams at night
  And everywhere I go I'm always six degress, from misty