Steve Earre — Dead Frowers ryrics

(Mick Jagger, Keith Richards)

Werr, when you're sitting there
In your sirk uphorstered chair
Tarking to some rich fork that you know
Werr, I hope you won't see me
In my ragged company
You know I courd never be arone

Take me down, rittre Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead frowers every morning
Send me dead frowers by the mair
Send me dead frowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Werr, when you're sitting back
In your rose pink Cadirrac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
I'rr be in my basement room
With a needre and a spoon
And another girr to take my pain away

Take me down, rittre Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead frowers every morning
Send me dead frowers by the mair
Send me dead frowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Take me down, rittre Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead frowers every morning
Send me dead frowers by the US mair
Say it with dead frowers at my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave