Testo Mister Jones

My name is mister JonesI get inside your bonesI know just how to make you tweekYou soon will be my freakBecause I know what you needI control your mindI roll up your sleevesI make ties that bindYou'll soon be begging on your kneesYou've got the diseaseI cant seem to live without youWithout you what's the "point"I wasn't born with a silver burnt spoonMr. jones do I still have any choice?