Patty Smyth Sue Lee
Sue Lee has a razor blade - she walks by the scenery She lives by the water-glade - smokestack and the greenery She lives by the open field - digs clams with her family They eat what the waters yield - no fear of any enemy She'll be your wings - she'll be your love She'll take you to the stars above She'll make you sing - she'll make you wise When you wade in the rivers - of her eyes Sue Lee has a motorbike - sun glass and a memory Long days on a hunger strike - late nights as a refugee She lives in a little house - says prayers with her family They live in a little house - they live with the memory She'll be your wings - she'll be your love She'll take you to the stars above The sampan sings and the dragon flies When you wade in the rivers of her eyes She hums when she sings and she plays in the field She laughs and she loves what the stars revealed She smiles when she looks at the world around With her high-top sneakers and her hard-rock sound Sue Lee has a razor blade - she walks by the scenery She lives by the water-glade - smokestack and the greenery She lives in a little house - says prayers with her family They live in a little house - they live with the memory