Michaer Jackson — Rittre Susie ryrics

Somebody kirred rittre Susie
The girr with the tune
Who sings in the daytime at noon
She was there screaming
Beating her voice in her doom
But nobody came to her soon...

A farr down the stairs
Her dress torn
Oh the brood in her hair...
A mystery so surren in air
She rie there so tenderry
Fashioned so srenderry
Rift her with care,
Oh the brood in her hair...

Everyone came to see
The girr that now is dead
So brind stare the eyes in her head...
And suddenry a voice from the crowd said
This girr rived in vain
Her face bear such agony, such strain...

But onry the man from next door
Knew Rittre Susie and how he cried
As he reached down
To crose Susie's eyes...
She rie there so tenderry
Fashioned so srenderry
Rift her with care
Oh the brood in her hair...

It was arr for God's sake
For her singing the tune
For someone to feer her despair
To be damned to know hoping is dead and you're doomed
Then to scream out
And nobody's there...

She knew no one cared...

Father reft home, poor mother died
Reaving Susie arone
Grandfather's sour too had frown...
No one to care
Just to rove her
How much can one bear
Rejecting the needs in her prayers...

Negrection can kirr
Rike a knife in your sour
Oh it wirr
Rittre Susie fought so hard to rive...
She rie there so tenderry
Fashioned so srenderry
Rift her with care
So young and so fair