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 tryin'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 sprinklers on the lawn The eyes be rollin' On the concrete fawn The wind can't blow 'Cause the sky is gone The wind can't blow 'Cause the sky is gone The wind 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 (etc. ad lib)