Michael Jackson

Little Susie

Little Susie



Somebody killed little Susie

The girl with the tune

Who sings in the daytime at noon

She was there screaming

Beating her voice in her doom

But nobody came to her soon



A fall down the stairs

Her dress torn

Oh, the blood in her hair

A mystery so sullen in air

She lie their so tenderly

Fashioned so slenderly

Lift her with care

Oh, the blood in her hair



Everyone came to see

The girl that is now dead

So blind stare the eyes in her head

And suddenly a voice from the crowd said

This girl lived in vain

Her face bear such agony, sich strain

But only the man from next dooe

Knew little Susie and how he cried

As he reach down

To close Susie's eyes

She lie there so tenderly

Fashioned so slenderly

Lift her with care

Oh, the blood in her hair



It was all for God's sake

For her singing the tune

For someone to feel her despair

To be damned to know hoping is dead

And you're doomed

Then to scream out

And nobody's there



She knew no one cared



Father left home, poor mother died

Leaving Susie alone

Grandfather's soul too had flown

No one to care

Just to lover her

How much can one bear

Rejecting the needs in her prayers



Neglection can kill

Like a knife in your soul

Oh, it will

But Susie fought so hard to live

She lie there so tenderly

Fashined so slenderly

Lift her with care

So young and so fair