got my little black ache (What you got?) I got my little black ache (What you got?) I got my little black ache (What you got?) My little black ache won't fade Lovely little
of it, quiet winters and leaves that always fall Your black boots, my red flower ring They're for the little things, oho, yeah, No fighting, black
me And I can be late for a date that's fine But he better be on time Any man of mine'll say it fits just right When last years dress is just a little
stones of diamonds in the sky Through my bloodshot eyes feel the hurt and all the hate That I've trapped inside because the hurtin' hard to ache There
a rulebreaker You know that I'm a rulebreaker S-s-some say I'm a black sheep 'cuz I like to sleep late Wake up 'round 3 o'clock drinking till my tummy ache
to spill my blood to make changes Look for a suicide note to explain this Heinous, inking the ache from my anguish Sounds insane, you're speaking my language... [Chorus] [Black
hands over my eyes and settled on the handle bars That was stupid I got off track Because about that point everythin' went black The next thing I remember is a head ache
about this drama, muthafucka Oh my god look at that, turn it up please Poor Nancy Kerrigan's sweet little knees Somebody took a black thing and went
you and me As her lovely green eyes Turn black And her pretty blue dress Turn black And her gentle red lips Turn black Everything that she has Turn black
a needle's eye? As hell freezes over the little pigs fly. Just when things seemed better than before, listen there's a 'black dog' howling at my back
the throat for those who crave burlesque Erotic dreams are drowned in dreams but I'm still wide awake The central nervous system of my heart will always ache
bind. [Chorus] [Verse 2] My belly ache from these fake little snakes who come & go as they please just to get what they need. They use are name just to get a little
graves God bless our black souls Cause the serpent still sleeps Cause the servant still eats The black guard is still some integral part of the ideas we keep And there was no desperate ache
like a Heya love love, you little fly lady bug Come and swing this episode wit more from up above With them Earl Jeans on fitting tight like a glove You little
be a bitch But I'll never be a butch Heartbreak, heart ache, Miss Mistake Little snack in the sack Baby don't come back Midnight, moonlight Goodnight little
-age madness and delirium You toss and turn in your sweaty little grey teen-age sheets In that little room with the psychedelic posters And the red bulb
Seven days can be a long Long time my friend When you dream about the cold black chair With straps for both your hands If you wonder what it's like To