Ball & Chain

Got your hand up all in my shirt
 And you know that it hurts
 Ball and chain
 Ball and chain
 Crossing the street you look so fine
 Making up everything that's in my mind
 You're my ball and chain
 Ball and chain
 You are 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 are the same with your balls and 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 and write too
 And she's getting a degree in fucking you
 Sexual psychology
 It's easier than philosophy
 It's easier than chemistry
 Where is my chemistry?
 Why does this always happen?
 Oh why does this always happen?
 Why?
 Why?
 Why?