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 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?
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