little pearl she was this girl her thoughts and notions in a whirl good old pearl she was pretty quick found her stick and filled it thick with black sugar shit wore black glasses spoonful molasses drinking wine killing time burn it black with a candle all bent at the handle devil spit makes her sick black sugar shit she had a name her name s insane little maid picks away at her brain much disdain her brain remained think thoughts i ll ax and maim and black sugar shit huh right huh black sugar right wine i live inside off with their heads cause i m staying in bed sick of that blackbird that shits in my head black sugar shit well shit