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 thats 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 shes getting a degree in U
***ual Psychology
Its easier than philosophy
Its easier than chemistry
Wheres my chemisty?
Why does this always happen?
Oh why does this always happen?
Why?
Why?
Why?