Testo: The Rolling Stones. Short And Curlies.

Too bad she's got you by the balls,
you can't get free at all.
She's got your name,
she's got your number;
you're screamin'
like thunder,
and you can't get away from it all.

It's too bad, she's got you by the balls,
you can't break loose at all.
She's got your name,
she's got your number;
you're screamin' like thunder,
and you're trapped like a rat in a hole.

It's too bad, she's got you by the balls,
she's nailed you to the wall.
Oh, it's a shame,
a but it's funny;
she crashed your car,
she spend your money,
and you can't get away from it all.

It's too bad, she's grabbed a handful,
and you can't get away from it all.
It's too bad, oo, and it's painful,
and you can't break away from this stall,
and you can't get away from it all.

It's too bad
she's got you by the balls.
She's got your name,
she's got your number;
you're screamin' blue murder,
and you can't get away from it all.

It's too bad, she's got you by the balls,
It's too bad, she's got you by the balls,
It's too bad, she's got you by the balls,
she's got you by the...

It's too bad, it's too bad.
It's too bad, it's too bad.
So sad, So sad