[ Originally by Rolling Stones ]
Oh now, when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some-a rich folk that you know
Well, I hope you don't see me in my ragged company
I bet 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
You can send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
I know when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Makin' bets on Kentucky Derby Day
I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another girl to 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
You can me dead flowers by the mail
You can 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
