Martha Wainwright - La Foule lyrics

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 car seat Take me down to Easy Street Ball and chain, ball and chain You are the same with Your balls and 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 f**ing you Sexual psychology It's easier than philosophy It's easier than chemistry Where's my chemistry? Why does this always happen? Oh why does this always happen? Why? Why? Why?