Dead Flowers

(originally by The Rolling Stones)Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chairTalkin' to some rich folk that you knowWell I hope you won't see me in my ragged companyHell, you know I could never be aloneTake me down little Susie, take me downI know you think you're the queen of the undergroundAnd you can send me dead flowers every morningSend me dead flowers by the mailSend me dead flowers to my weddingAnd I won't forget to put roses on your graveWell when you're sitting back in that rose pink CadillacMaking bets on Kentucky Derby DayAh, I'll be in my room with my needle and my spoonAnd another girl she gonna take my pain awayTake me down little Susie, take me downI know you think you're the queen of the undergroundAnd you can send me dead flowers every morningSend me dead flowers by the mailSend me dead flowers to my weddingAnd I won't forget to put roses on your graveTake me down little Susie, take me downI know you think you're the queen of the undergroundAnd you can send me dead flowers every morningSend me dead flowers by the MailSend me dead flowers to my weddingAnd I won't forget to put roses on your graveAnd, I won't forget to put roses on your grave