Ball And Chain – Martha WainwrightBy Got your hand up all in my shirtAnd you know that it hurtsBall & chainMy ball & chainCrossing the street you look so fineMaking up everything that’s in my mindBall & chainBall & chainYou are the same with your balls & your chainsBend me over the back of the carseatTake me down to Easy StreetBall & chainBall & chainYou are the same with your balls & your chainsOh yeahOh yeahWhy does this always happen?Why does this always happen?Why?Why?YeahYeah, her tits were higher than mineWith a waist that is sugar-fineI heard she could read & write tooAnd she’s getting a degree in Fucking USexual PsychologyIt’s easier than philosophyIt’s easier than chemistryWhere’s my chemisty?Why does this always happen?Oh why does this always happen?Why?Why?Why? www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20