Cold, Cold is the sheep with no wool Back, Black is the shade of my skin I could stay on the third degree, but my heart's on wholesale Yes, my hearts on wholesale Someday, we'd be having laughs and talk over some cakes and tea You'd ask, how has love been for me and i'd reply cordially Then you'll, notice the blush on my face We'd smile, soaking it all until the bubble burst Dark, dark is the lane off the road Back, Black is the shade of my skin I could stay on the third degree, but my heart's on wholesale Yes, my hearts on wholesale
Someday, we'd be having laughs and talk over some cakes and tea You'd ask, how has love been for me and i'd reply cordially Then you'll, notice the blush on my face We'd smile, soaking it all until the bubble burst Cold, cold is the sheep with no wool Black, black is the shade of my skin Plain, plain is the simple we seek Fake, fake is the lie we all use Cold, cold is the sheep with no wool Black, black is the shade of my skin Plain, plain is the simple we use Fake, fake is the lie we all seek