Gin Wigmore - Black Sheep Lyrics
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Black Sheep
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What Are The Lyrics For Black Sheep By Gin Wigmore?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I got lots of jealous lovers that all wish they had me back Got a pistol for a mouth, my own mama gave me that Making my own road out of gravel and some wine And if I have to fall then it won't be in your line Everybody's doing it so why the hell should I Everybody's doing it so why the hell should I I'm a bad woman to keep Make me mad, I'm not here to please Paint me in a corner but my color comes back Once you go black, you never go back I'm a black sheep I'm a black sheep I wasn't born a beauty queen but I'm okay with that Maybe radio won't mind if I sing a little flat I wear my boots to bed, hang a cross up on the wall To save me from a shallow break who wants to take us all Everybody's doing it so why the hell should I Everybody's doing it so why the hell should I I'm a bad woman to keep Make me mad, I'm not here to please Paint me in a corner but my color comes back Once you go black, you never go back I'm a black sheep I'm a black sheep I'm a black sheep I'm a black sheep I got lots of jealous lovers that all wish they had me back Got a pistol for a mouth, my own mama gave me that Making my own road out of gravel and some wine And if I have to fall then it won't be in your line I'm a bad woman to keep Make me mad, I'm not here to please Paint me in a corner but my color comes back Once you go black, you never go back Once you go black, you never go back Once you go black, you never go back Once you go black, you never go back Once you go black, you never go back |
Who Wrote Black Sheep By Gin Wigmore?
Butch Walker, Gin Wigmore
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