SUZY ON A SUNDAY

She smiles, but only with her teeth

She says "Come on, Big Boy"

They're beneath her, she tells herself

It's how she gets by

When she looks in their eyes

Don't ask her where she's goin'

Don't ask her what she's doin'

She knows she's gotta keep on walkin'

That's all...

Chorus

Suzy on a Sunday doin' the streetlight stalk

Suzy on a Sunday doin' the streetlight stalk

Suzy on a Sunday doin' the streetlight stalk

Sex and sorrow in her walk

Neon ripples on the street-oil slick

She stubs her smoke

Gotta picture of her Mama in a box under her bed

Hey, Suzy, this joke's so sick

It's no longer a joke, no no no

Hey Mama, where are you now?

This ain't what I wanted, nohow

And the cars line up in a row

To go...

Chorus

Suzy on a Sunday doin' the streetlight stalk

Suzy on a Sunday doin' the streetlight stalk

Suzy on a Sunday doin' the streetlight stalk

Sex and sorrow in her walk

Copyright Mathie 1986