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[to the tune of clemintine]Little black things
Little black things
Crawling up and down my arms
If I wait till they have babies
I can start a black thing farm
Haven’t had a bath in 4 years
And I neverrr wash my clothes
Where these black things ever cam from
Only heaven really knows
Once a cute boy tried to kiss me
But he ran and gave a yell
To this day I still wonder
Was it black things or the smell?
