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?