Autumn hanging down all the trees are draped like chandeliers Now Sukie saw the beauty but she wasn’t wet behind the ears She had an A1 body and a face to match She didn’t have money, she didn’t have cash With the winter coming on, and the attic cold She had to press her nose on the refectory wall.
Autumn hanging down all the trees are draped like chandeliers
Now Sukie saw the beauty but she wasn’t wet behind the ears
She had an A1 body and a face to match
She didn’t have money, she didn’t have cash
With the winter coming on, and the attic cold
She had to press her nose on the refectory wall.
(Sukie in the graveyard, by Belle and Sebastian)