Black Beehive

Twenty-seven years old She could not keep control Of her broken-hearted soul And the reckless way she go Shaking that gutter tambourine And a 57 microphone Black beehive, tattooed arms Singing that soul song can't go on Red flower in her hair Tragic twenty-seven she rolls like Janis and Jimi running down drinks Black beehive I miss you so Sassy as any supreme, her eyes as black as coal Walked away and the sun went down Singin' that soul song till no one's around Back to black was Her kind of rhythm and blues Fade out to black was Her kind of rhythm and blues Lay your lamp down low Suicide doors on that Lincoln Take in that final drag, well You're so intoxicating And the evening's afterglow Turns into a bad hangover Black beehive Ten thousand demons You cheated yourself but you had your reasons Back to black was Her kind of rhythm and blues Fade out to black was Her kind of rhythm and blues Back to black She had nothing but the whole world to lose Fade out to black was Her kind of rhythm and blues