Little Black Things
Little black things, little black things.
Crawling up and down my arms
If I wait till they have babies
I can start a black things farm!
Haven’t had a bath in two years
And I never change my clothes
But I’ve got these little black things
Where they come from, Heaven knows!
Once a cute boy, tried to kiss me
But he screamed and gave a yell
And he ran before I could ask him
Was it the black things or the smell.