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