Lyrics Martha Wainwright – Ball And Chain

Got your hand up all in my shirt
And you know that it hurts
Ball & chain
My ball & chain

Crossing the street you look so fine
Making up everything that’s in my mind
Ball & chain
Ball & chain

You are the same with your balls & your chains

Bend me over the back of the carseat
Take me down to Easy Street
Ball & chain
Ball & 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 & write too
And she’s getting a degree in Fucking U

Sexual Psychology
It’s easier than philosophy
It’s easier than chemistry
Where’s my chemisty?

Why does this always happen?