The Rolling Stones — Dead Flowers Alternate Version

Yeah Well, when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chairs Talking to some rich folks that you know Well, I hope you won't see me in my ragged company For 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 Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave And when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac Making 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 You can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave All right 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 U.S. mail Say it with dead flowers at my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave I won't forget to put roses on your grave