Sukie In The Graveyard

Sukie was the kid, she liked to hangout in the graveyard She did bra*s rubbings, she learned, you never had to press hard When she was finished hanging out she was all alone She decided that she better check in at home There was an awful row between her mum and dad They said, she hadn't done this, she hadn't done that If she wanted to remain inside the family home She'd have to tow the line, she'd have to give it a go It didn't suit Sukie, she took her things and left Sukie was the kid, she liked to hang out in the art school She didn't enroll but she wiped the floor with all the arseholes She took a bijou flat with the fraternity cat She hid inside the attic of the sculpture building She had a slut slave and his name was Dave She said, "Be my photo bitch and I'll make you rich" He didn't believe her but the boy revered her He got her meals, he got her a bed He watched behind the screen and she started to undress He never got far, just lookin' and playing guitar Oh [Incomprehensible] Autumn hanging down All the trees are draped like chandeliers Now Sukie saw the beauty But she wasn't wet behind the ears She had an A1 body and a face to match She didn't have money, she didn't have cash With the winter coming on and the attic cold She had to press her nose on the refectory wall They served steamed puddings, she went without She had to pose for life for all the scholars of art She didn't feel funny, she didn't feel bad Peeling away everything she had She had the grace of an eel, sleek and stark As the shadows played tricks on the girl in the dark, dark Sukie was the kid and she liked to hangout in the graveyard Sukie was the kid and she liked to hangout in the graveyard Sukie was the kid and she liked to hangout in the graveyard Sukie was the kid and she liked to hangout in the graveyard