We were stranger than the others and they knew they had to hold us with a lighter hand
Most mornings found us searching for the answer and most evenings weren't suitable
We were wound about so tightly that we couldn’t touch each other with a straw
And Sue I've got no real regrets, but why then why did you let both of us touch you?
We were never really all that close, I guess I'm really getting mad for nothing
Your mother had a sofa and she rode it like she thought it was a coach and four
You were marching in the drill team and I swear you that you really had a boyfriend, didn’t you
I never really wanted you Sue, but how could you face him every morning?

I have several lives to live and each of tthem continues without asking
It's all that I can do to count my skeletons and take my paid vacations
Your beauty titles ring a little strangely in my ears, sometimes, in certain rooms
It may be true that you were innocent, but Sue, then why are you not crying?