Got your hand up all in my shirt
And you know that 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 are the same with your balls and your chains

Bend me over the back of the carseat
Take me down to Easy Street
Ball and chain
Ball and 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 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's my chemisty

Why does this always happen
Oh why does this always happen
Why, why, why