Sue(Or in a Season of Crime) - David Bowie (大卫·鲍伊)

Sue

I've got the job

We'll buy the house

You'll need to rest

But now we'll make it

Sue

The clinic called

The x-ray's fine

I brought you home

I just said home

Sue you said you want it written

Sue the virgin on your stone

For your grave

Why too dark to speak the words

For I know that you have a son

Oh folly Sue

Ride the train I'm far from home

In a season of crime none need atone

I've kissed your face

Sue I've pushed you

Down beneath the weeds

Endless fate in hopeless deeds

I kissed your face

I touched your face

Sue goodbye

Sue I found your note

That you wrote last night

It can't be right

You went with him

Sue I never dreamed

I'm such a fool

Right from the start

You went with that clown