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Little Pearl she was this girl Thoughts and notions in a whirl This girl Pearl she was pretty quick Found a stick, filled it thick with Black sugar shit Ole black glasses, spoonful molasses Drinking wine, killing time Burn it black with a candle, all bent at the handle Devil spit makes me sick Black sugar shit She's had a name, her name's insane Little maid picks away at her brain To much disdain, her brain remained To think thoughts all axe and mame and Black sugar shit Right, right Black sugar, right Wine, right Off with their heads 'cause I'm staying in bed Sick of the blackbird that shrieks in my head Black sugar shit Is shit