Goin' over to Susan's house walking south down Baxter street. Nothin' hidin' behind this picket fence. There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles. On the sidewalk where her house burnt down 2
In a room susan is second hand. Susan is charity. But she won't give you any flowers. Sha la la la la la la sha la la. Susan's strange. Sha la la la la la la sha la la. Susan's strange. Susan
Going over to Susan's house. Walking south down Baxter Street. Nothing hiding behind this picket fence. There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles on the sidewalk where her. House burnt. Down
wrong. the silly dreams I had. that someday your heart I'll own Open Sesame. Only if I were a Jennie. open Sesame. Open your heart. Let love invade it's privacy. Opens Sesame. Only if I were a
wrong. the silly dreams I had. that someday your heart I'll own Open Sesame. Only if I were a Jennie. open Sesame. Open your heart. Let love invade it's privacy. Opens Sesame. Only if I were a
wrong. the silly dreams I had. that someday your heart I'll own Open Sesame. Only if I were a Jennie. open Sesame. Open your heart. Let love invade it's privacy. Opens Sesame. Only if I were a
down inside. I'd trade 'em all for just an hour. Of Susan when she tried No, there's never been a woman. Who could make me weak inside. And give me what I needed. Like Susan when she tried It gets
Susan catches the bus into town at ten-thirty a. m. she sits on the back seat. she looks at. The man in front's head and thinks how his fat wrinkled neck is like a large carrot. Sticking out from
Dear Susan, I know you love me so. But I want to hear it in my ear. You know I'd be there working at my craft. Had it not been for the draft. Dry up your tear and feel no fear. You're here with
Dear Susan, I know you love me so. But I want to hear it in my ear. You know I'd be there working at my craft. Had it not been for the draft. Dry up your tear and feel no fear. You're here with
