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Got a sweet black angel, Got a pin up girl,
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Got a sweet black angel, Up upon my wall.
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Well, she ain't no singer And she ain't no star,
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But she sure talk good, And she move so fast.
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But the gal in danger, Yeah, de gal in chains,
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But she keep on pushin', Would ya take her place?
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She countin' up de minutes, She countin' up de days,
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She's a sweet black angel, woh, Not a sweet black slave.
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Ten little niggers Sittin' on de wall,
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Her brothers been a fallin', Fallin' one by one.
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For a judges murder In a judges court,
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Now de judge he gonna judge her For all dat he's worth.
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Well de gal in danger, De gal in chains,
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But she keep on pushin' Would you do the same?
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She countin' up de minutes, She countin' up de days,
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She's a sweet black angel, Not a gun toting teacher,
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Not a Red lovin' school mom, Ain't someone gonna free her,
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Free de sweet black slave, Free de sweet black slave.
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Black Angel
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| The Rolling Stones |
