Текст песни 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 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?