She stands there with a long face
Hands on her hips with frown
I'm feeling very out of place
And I can't help to feel down
Black Mood Lady
I try to start a gentle conversation
She looks me right in my eyes
She makes no hesitation
To condemn me with every try
Black Mood Lady
To be silent does no good for me
I try to make her understand
There goes my whole day Lord help me
With my head in hand
Black Mood Lady
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