Sukie in the Graveyard

Sukie was a kid, she liked to hang out in the graveyard
 She did brass rubbings, she learned you never had to press hard
 When she was finished hanging out, she was all alone
 And 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
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 Sukie was a kid, she liked to hang out at 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
 And 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
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 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
 A 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 a kid, and she liked to hang out in the graveyard
 Sukie was a kid, and she liked to hang out in the graveyard
 Sukie was a kid, but she liked to hang out in the graveyard
 Sukie was a kid, and she liked to hang out in the graveyard