Black eyed Susan lived on my street
She wandered the night with nothing on her feet
She never told me a thing
Just sat 'neath my window to hear me sing
Beauty she was with those big black eyes
Susan would dance to my song with fireflies
I kind of loved her
Yes, I think I did
Watching her prance like a little kid
She held her head with pride
And looked up at me
And through those big black eyes
Susan couldn't see
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 1:54 PM UTC
Black eyed Susan lived on my street
She wandered the night with nothing on her feet
She never told me a thing
Just sat 'neath my window to hear me sing
Beauty she was with those big black eyes
Susan would dance to my song with fireflies
I kind of loved her
Yes, I think I did
Watching her prance like a little kid
She held her head with pride
And looked up at me
And through those big black eyes
Susan couldn't see
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