She And Mrs. Jones

Lords of Acid



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 torturechamber 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 shit 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