Black No. 1 (Little Miss Scare-All)

Album: Bloody Kisses (1993)
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  • I went looking for trouble
    And boy, I found her

    She's in love with herself
    She likes the dark
    On her milk-white neck
    The Devil's mark

    Now it's All Hallows Eve
    The moon is full
    But will she trick or treat?
    I bet she will
    She will
    (Happy Halloween, baby)

    She's got a date at midnight
    With Nosferatu
    Oh baby, Lily Munster
    Ain't got nothing on you

    Well, when I called her evil
    She just laughed
    Well, cast that spell on me
    Boo bitch-craft

    Yeah, you wanna go out cause it's raining and blowing
    You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing
    Dye 'em black
    Ooh, dye 'em black
    Black, black, black, black number one
    Black, black, black, black number one

    Little wolf-skin boots
    And clove cigarettes
    An erotic funeral
    For which she's dressed

    Her perfume smells like
    Burning leaves
    Every day
    Is Halloween

    Yeah, you wanna go out cause it's raining and blowing
    You can't go out cause your roots are showing
    Dye 'em black
    Ooh, dye 'em black
    Black, black, black, black number one
    (She dyes 'em black)
    Black, black, black, black number one
    (Black number one)

    Loving you
    Loving you
    Love, loving you
    Was like loving the dead

    Loving you
    Loving you
    Love, loving you
    Was like loving the dead

    Loving you was like loving the dead
    Loving you was like loving the dead
    Loving you was like loving the dead
    Was like loving the dead
    Was like loving the dead
    Was like loving the dead

    Sacre bleu

    Loving you
    Loving you
    Love, loving you
    Was like loving the dead
    (It was like fucking the dead)

    Loving you was like loving the dead
    Loving you was like loving the dead
    Loving you was like loving the dead
    Was like loving the dead

    Loving you, loving you
    Loving you, loving you
    Loving you, loving you
    Was like loving the dead
    Was like loving the dead
    Was like loving the dead

    Black, black, black, black number one
    (She dyes 'em black)
    Black, black, black, black number one
    (Black number one)
    Ooh yeah

    Black, black, black, black number one
    Black, black, black, black number one Writer/s: Peter Thomas Steele
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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