Mister Jones

My name is mister jones i get inside your bones i know just how

To make you tweek 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

All your money belongs to me you've got the disease i can't seem to

Live without you without you whats the point i wasn't born with a silver

Burnt spoon mr. jones do i still have any choice ?


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