Ball & Chain

Got your hand up all in my shirt

And you know 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're all the same with your balls & your chains

Bend me over the back of the car seat

Take me down to Easy Street

Ball & chain

Ball & chain

You're all the same with your balls & your chains

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Why does this always happen?

Why does this always happen?

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 you

Sexual psychology

It's easier than philosophy

It's easier than chemistry

Oh, where is my chemistry?

Why does this always happen?

Why does this always happen?