Besedila: Grand Funk Railroad. Black Licorice.

Whoo, whee

You there, comin' up the stair
The feelin' is ice-blue cold
Shake, it's more than I can take
I'm startin' to lose control

What's up and what's that noise?
There's somebody at the door
It must be black licorice
She come back to make me cry some more

Time ain't on my side
I'm losin' it more each day
Licorice, licorice

She's got evil in her eyes
And catnip is her taste
Licorice, licorice

She wraps me up in her slender legs
Her hot black skin to mine
Licorice, licorice

Please, don't touch me
Oh, I know I'm dead this time

Oh, oh, yeah licorice, yeah, black licorice
Licorice, licorice
Licorice, yeah, black licorice
Licorice, licorice
Licorice, black licorice
Licorice, licorice
Licorice, yeah, black licorice

Licorice, licorice
Licorice, licorice

Licorice, yeah, black licorice
Licorice, licorice
Licorice, yeah, black licorice
Licorice, licorice
Licorice, licorice, black licorice
Licorice, licorice
Licorice, woah, black licorice