Somebody killed little Susie
The girl with the tune
Who sings in the daytime at noon
She was there screaming
Beating her voice in her doom
But nobody camo to her soon....
A fall down the stairs
Her dress torn
On the blood in her hair...A mistery so
sullen in air
She lie there so tenderly
Fashioned so slenderly
Lift her with care, on the blood in her hair...
Maybe the walls will tumble and the sun may refuse to shine but when i say, i love you baby you gotta know that's for all time...
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