| Well, when you’re sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
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| Talking to some rich folk that you know
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| Well, I hope you won’t see me in my ragged company
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| Well, you know I could never be alone
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| Take me down little Susie, take me down
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| I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
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| And you can send me dead flowers every morning
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| Send me dead flowers by the mail
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| Send me dead flowers to my wedding
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| And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave
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| Well, when you’re sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
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| Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
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| Ah, I’ll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
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| And another girl can take my pain away
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| Take me down little Susie, take me down
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| I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
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| And you can send me dead flowers every morning
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| Send me dead flowers by the mail
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| Send me dead flowers to my wedding
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| And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave
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| Hey
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| Take me down little Susie, take me down
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| I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
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| And you can send me dead flowers every morning
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| Send me dead flowers by the U.S. mail
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| Say it with dead flowers at my wedding
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| And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave
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| No, I won’t forget to put roses on your grave |