And she's getting a degree in fucking you
Yeah, her tits were higher than mine
It's easier than chemistry
You are the same with
With a waist that is sugar-fine
Ball and chain, ball and chain
You are the same with
Crossing the street you look so fine
Why does this always happen?
Where's my chemistry?
Ball and chain, my ball and chain
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Making up everything that's in my mind
It's easier than philosophy
Why? Why? Yeah
Sexual psychology
I heard she could read and write too
Why does this always happen?
Your balls and your chains
Oh why does this always happen?
Take me down to Easy Street
Your balls and your chains
Bend me over the back of the car seat
Why does this always happen?
Ball and chain, ball and chain
