She and Mr. Jones

Hey baby make me wet

I'll tie you to your bed

I'll whip your body, make you sweat

I'll whip your body, make you sweat

I'll whip your body, make you sweat

I'll tie you to your bed

I'll tie you to your bed

Mrs Jones denies it's strong

But we know that something's wrong

All night long she screams and shouts

We know what it's all about

Somewhere on the second floor

Behind the torture chamber door

Mr Jones waits for demands

While he's tied up by the hands

Hey baby make me wet

I'll tie you to your bed

I'll whip your body, make you sweat

I'll whip your body, make you sweat

I'll whip your body, make you sweat

Hey baby make me wet

Sadist on stiletto heels

Mr Jones likes how that feels

Nipples pierced with iron chains

Instruments for dirty games

There is no time for romance

She's the devil in rubber pants

Sits down on his 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 she doesn't know

His constrictor is about to blow

All that's left of the family Jones

Is a pile of **** and a heap of bones

Hey baby make me wet

I'll tie you to your bed

I'll whip your body, make you sweat

I'll whip your body, make you sweat

I'll whip your body, make you sweat

Hey baby make me wet