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Got your hand up all in my shirt |
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And you know that it hurts |
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Ball & chain |
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My ball & chain |
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Crossing the street you look so fine |
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Making up everything that's in my mind |
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Ball & chain |
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Ball & chain |
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You are the same with your balls & your chains |
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Bend me over the back of the carseat |
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Take me down to Easy Street |
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Ball & chain |
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Ball & chain |
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You are the same with your balls & your chains |
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Oh yeah |
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Oh yeah |
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Why does this always happen? |
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Why does this always happen? |
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Why? |
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Why? |
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Yeah |
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Yeah, her tits were higher than mine |
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With a waist that is sugar-fine |
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I heard she could read & write too |
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And she's getting a degree in Fucking U |
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Sexual Psychology |
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It's easier than philosophy |
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It's easier than chemistry |
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Where's my chemisty? |
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Why does this always happen? |
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Oh why does this always happen? |
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Why? |
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Why? |
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Why? |
