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Gilby Clarke - Dead Flowers Gilby Clarke - Dead Flowers |
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When you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folk that you know
I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
You know I could never be alone
Take me down, little Suzie, take me down
Ooh I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning, oh yeah yeah
Send me dead flowers by the mail,
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, oh yeah yeah
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
When you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby day
Well I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another whore to take my pain away, hey yeah
Take me down, little Suzie, take me down, ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning,
Send me dead flowers by the mail,
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, oh yeah yeah
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Take me down little Suzie, take me down,
Ooo I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning, oh yeah yeah
Send me dead flowers by the U. S. mail,
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, oh yeah yeah
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
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