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Dead Flowers

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 12.11.2012

(originally by The Rolling Stones)

Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
Hell, you know I could never be alone
Take me down little Susie, take me down
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
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Well when you're sitting back in that rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
Ah, I'll be in my room with my needle and my spoon
And another girl she gonna take my pain away

Take me down little Susie, take me down
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
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Take me down little Susie, take me down
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
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
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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