Dead Flowers

Well, when you’re sitting thereIn your silk upholstered chairTalking to some rich folks that you knowWell I hope you won’t see meIn my ragged companyYou know I could never be aloneTake me down little susie, take me downI know you think you’re the queen of the undergroundAnd you can send me dead flowers every morningSend me dead flowers by the mailSend me dead flowers to my weddingAnd I won’t forget to put roses on your graveWell, when you’re sitting backIn your rose pink cadillacMaking bets on kentucky derby dayI’ll be in my basement roomWith a needle and a spoonAnd another girl to take my pain awayTake me down little susie, take me downI know you think you’re the queen of the undergroundAnd you can send me dead flowers every morningSend me dead flowers by the mailSend me dead flowers to my weddingAnd I won’t forget to put roses on your graveTake me down little susie, take me downI know you think you’re the queen of the undergroundAnd you can send me dead flowers every morningSend me dead flowers by the us mailSay it with dead flowers at my weddingAnd I won’t forget to put roses on your graveNo I won’t forget to put roses on your grave

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