Ball & Chain
Michael Ness
Got your hand up all in my shirt
And you know it hurts
Ball and chain
My ball and chain
Crossing the street you look so fine
Making up everything that's in my mind
Ball and chain
Ball and chain
You're all the same with your balls and your chains
Bend me over the back of the car seat
Take me down to easy street
Ball and chain
Ball and chain
You're all the same with your balls and 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 and 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?