• A little black Bottle,
    With a little black top,
    With a little black brush,
    With a little black Drop,
    On a little black nail,
    On a skinny white hand
    On a girl nick-named fail.

    She wishes he'd see her,
    She wishes she could speak,
    She wishes she was stronger,
    And that she wasn't so weak.

    A little black Bottle,
    With a little black top,
    With a little black brush,
    With a little black Drop,
    On a little black nail,
    On a skinny white hand
    On a boy nick-named jail.

    He wishes she'd see him,
    She wishes the same,
    He wishes she was stronger,
    And she wishes the same,
    Both had a desire,
    yet no one would speak.

    One morning she came,
    She had a bruise on her cheek.
    "Where is that from?"
    The boy asked concerned,
    "I'd ask you the same."
    And away she turned.
    The boy took her hand,
    before she could leave,
    she tried to escape,
    but he continued to cleave.

    "Tell me, I promise, no one will hear."
    And with that the girl shed a single black tear.
    "I can't stand a day when I don't see your face."
    And with that she gave the boy an embrace.
    "Don't worry, my love" Said he with a smile,
    "I feel that way too, and I have for a while."
    Then she let herself cry,
    And he held her so close,
    Then they swore to love another to the day that they die.