Susan spent the weekend at her stately home
Crying at the lions on the garden wall
And then she’d sigh – sneak away
Look at her style – free the day
Oh no not me – I wouldn’t
Oh no not me – I couldn’t
That’s all she says, her money and her place
They just don’t mean a fuc*** thing
Susan met the lords and dukes of everywhere
Smiling, kissing, wishing that they’d go to hell
And then she’d laugh – wonder why
Take a nap – sit and cry
Oh no not me – I wouldn’t
Oh no not me – I couldn’t
That’s all she says, her money and her place
They just don’t mean a fuc*** thing
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