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Little Pearl |
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She was this girl |
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Her thoughts and notions in a whirl |
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This girl, Pearl |
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She was pretty quick |
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Found her stick |
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Filled it thick with... |
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Black sugar shit |
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Ole black glasses |
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Spoonful molasses |
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Drinking wine |
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Killing time |
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Burn it black with a candle |
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All bent at the handle |
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Devil spit |
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Makes Pearl Sick |
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Black sugar shit |
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She had a name |
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Her name's insane |
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A little maid picks away at her brain |
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To much disdain |
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Her brain remained |
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To think thoughts all axe and mame and |
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Black sugar shit |
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Black sugar |
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I live inside... |
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Off with their heads |
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For I'm staying in bed |
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I'm sick of that blackbird |
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That shark's in my head |
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Black sugar shit |
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Is shit |
