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
All your money belongs to me you've got the disease I can't
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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