Ball And Chain

Got your hand up all in my shirt

And you know that it hurts

Ball & chain

My ball & chain

Crossing the street you look so fine

Making up everything that's in my mind

Ball & chain

Ball & chain

You are the same with your balls & your chains

Bend me over the back of the carseat

Take me down to Easy Street

Ball & chain

Ball & chain

You are the same with your balls & your chains

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Why does this always happen?

Why does this always happen?

Why?

Why?

Yeah

Yeah, her tits were higher than mine

With a waist that is sugar-fine

I heard she could read & write too

And she's getting a degree in Fucking U

Sexual Psychology

It's easier than philosophy

It's easier than chemistry

Where's my chemisty?

Why does this always happen?

Oh why does this always happen?

Why?

Why?

Why?