Mr. Jones -----------------------------------------------
my name is mister jones i get inside your bones i know just how to make you tweak you soon will be my freak because i know what you need i control your mind i roll up your sleeves i make ties that bind you'll soon be begging on your knees you've got the disease i cant seem to live without you without you what's the "point" i wasn't born with a silver burnt spoon mr. jones do i still have any choice? |