Michael Jackson Little Susie

Somebody killed little Susie The girl with the tune Who sings in the daytime at noon She was there screaming Beating her voice in her doom But nobody came to her A fall down the stairs Her dress torn Oh the blood in her A mystery so sullen in air She lie there so tenderly Fashioned so slenderly Lift her with care, Oh the blood in her Everyone came to see The girl that now is dead So blind stare the eyes in her And suddenly a voice from the crowd said This girl lived in vain