Sukie was the kid,
she liked to hangout in the graveyard
She did brass rubbings,
she learned you never had to press hard
When she finished hanging
out she was all alone
She decided that
she better check in at home
There was an awful row
between her mum and dad
They said she hadn't done this,
she hadn't done that
If she wanted to remain
inside the family home
She'd have to tow the line,
she'd have to give it a go
It didn't suit Sukie
So she took her things and left
Sukie was the kid,
she liked to hang out at the art school
She didn't enrol,
but she wiped the floor
with all the arseholes
She took a bijou flat
with the fraternity cat
She hid inside the attic
of the sculpture building
She had a slut slave
and his name was Dave
She said ‘Be my photo bitch
and I'll make you rich'
He didn't believe her
but the boy revered her
He got her meals
and he got her a bed
He watched behind the screen
and she started to undress
He never got far
Just lookin' and playing guitar
Autumn hanging down
all the trees are draped like chandeliers
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
They served steamed
puddings she went without
She had to pose for life
for all the scholars of art
She didn't feel funny,
she didn't feel bad
Peeling away everything she had
She had the grace of an eel,
sleek and stark
As the shadows played tricks
on the girl in the dark