Sue (Or In A Season Of Crime) – David BowieBy Sue, I got the jobWe’ll buy the houseYou’ll need to restBut now we’ll make itSue, the clinic calledThe x-ray’s fineI brought you homeI just said homeSue, you said you want it writ“Sue the virgin” on your stoneFor your graveWhy too dark to speak the words?For I know that you have a sonOh, folly, SueRide the train I’m far from homeIn a season of crime none need atoneI kissed your faceSue, I’ve pushed you down beneath the weedsEndless faith in hopeless deedsI kissed your faceI touched your faceSue, good-byeSue, I found your noteThat you wrote last nightIt can’t be rightYou went with himSue, I never dreamedI’m such a foolRight from the startYou went with that clown www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20