wonder 'bout the things you do Mr. Destiny 9 and 14 Nobody stands in between me and my man 'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones Mr. Jones (Me and Mr. Jones)
My name is Mr. Jones I get inside your bones I know how to make you tweak You soon will be my freak Because I know what you need I control your mind
If there's a chance that your heart misses The words I try to say with kisses If I don't seem to look as happy as I should I wouldn't want to live without
You make my eyes run over all the time You're happy when I'm out of my mind You don't love me, but you won't let me be Don't you ever get tired of hurtin
There's a sea between our hearts where the waves are cold and dark And the undertow of loneliness gets strong My heart's caught in the tide of a love
ha ha Movie stars and ads And radio define romance Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance Mr. Jones can turn you on and turn you off again Mr. Jones
dwell inside my bones That there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones And no, there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones No, there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones
see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He?s got a shot*** so go back home (Who? Who?) 'Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones) I?m back
me some of them Spanish dances Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones Believe in me Help me believe in anything 'Cause I, I wanna be someone who believes Yeah Mr. Jones
soul to Mr. Jones (Hey Mr. Jones) Just look at me, I?m skin and bones (You did me wrong, hey, hey) I sold my soul to Mr. Jones, Jones, Jones, Jones (Hey Mr. Jones
love from callin' us Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus There ain't nobody gonna keep true love from callin' us Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus (No, they won't ) Mr.
burning spear Mr Jones is filled with fear Mr Jones cries out with joy When he sees the rubber toy Twists his ass with horny pride The dildo runs on dynamite But mrs Jones
Hey motherfucker, are you jerking off again? You horny little bastard can't do anything right You can't fuck, you can't suck, let me beat that dick You
Hey motherfucker, are you jerking off again You horny little bastard can't do anything right You can't fuck, you can't suck, let me beat that dick
to boogie, disco Tex Mr. Groovy, the God of groupie sex Born to boogie, knows The Stones The only thing in common between me and Mr. Jones Mr. Jones
I wear a mean pair of shades They can't see my eyes unless my head is bent you dig
FLOWERS FOR MAMA WRITERS EDDIE NOACK, CINDY WALKER, AL RUMLEY Papa brought flowers for mama today And all the grown children, but it's not mother's
Oh, the faucet started drippin' in the kitchen And last night your picture fell down from the wall Today the boss said, "Sorry, I can't use you anymore
