Frank Zappa
"Jones Crusher"

My baby's got
Jones crushin' love
Jones crushin' love
Jones crushin' love
Well my baby's got
Jones crushin' love
Jones crushin' love
Jones crushin' love
She don't merely fit like a glove
That little girl's got the jones
That little girl's got the jones
That little girl's got the jones

She's tryin' to
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
Well, she's tryit' to
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
She don't ever wanna leave it alone
She can push; she can shove
Till it's just a nub
Just a nub
Just a nub

Here she comes
With her red dress on
Steam shoots out
from the sprinkles on the lawn
The eyes be rollin'
On the concrete fawn
The wins can't blow
'Cause the sky is gone
The wins can't blow
'Cause the sky is gone
The wins can't blow
'Cause the sky is gone

Jones crusher, jones crusher
Deadly jaws, better get the gauze
She's a jones crusher, jones crusher
Deadly jaws, better get the gauze
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