Ball And Chain

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 Fucking 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?