Ball and Chain - Martha Wainwright
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 F_cking 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?
comments
share this page
