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my little black sheep was a heap of wool

hes a black sheep
that what he told me as he wept 
those elephant tears
those were funny my dear
i remember that night
he wasnt alright
he spoke fast
like he was hoisting beer glasses
hes a funny drunk
a little hunk
on and on he went
vent, vent, vent
yet i always lend my ear
for a loving dear
he spoke, like he had ants in his pants
and he spoke something to do with his aunt
can you believe that?
nephew and aunt having a small spat
vent, vent, vent
on and on he went
me, i love a little black sheep
he knows how to make a girl go peep
and his wool
just makes me drool
and those cute ears and nose
just wants to make me strip off my clothes
he just had that effect on me
and my romantic spending spree
im a unlucky girl though, star not bright
i had him for one entire night
can you believe that
chewing the fat
vent, vent,vent
on and on he went
yep thats me
with mister church key
i showed him cleavage so he get the hint
unfortunately it didnt make a dent
i showed him some skirt
so he'd work up a squirt
it didnt make a dent
all he want to do was vent
now when i look back at my black sheep
i could give a flying peep 
he had his one chance 
to dance
he rather dark skies
and put wool over my eyes

connie pachecho

1/13/17

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