Prince is
Dressed in
Dirty
Rags
Pretty dresses on her back
she'd never had
Folks say she don't know
right from wrong
But to me her smile lights up the dawn
Oh
Lazy
Susan, won't you come
on home to me
Lazy
Susan, won't you keep my company
Lazy
Susan, won't you
come on home with me
Her daddy died when she was born
Her mama works the mill
the whole day long
But
Lazy
Susan never worked her leg
She just sings her songs
strummin' with her guitar pick
Oh,
Lazy
Susan, won't you sing
your songs for me?
Lazy
Susan, girl, we could sing
and hum and dance
Lazy
Susan, won't you come on
home with me?
Well, well, well,
someday I'm gonna make her mine
Gonna change her ex to silk,
make her look like a lady refined
I won't let her laugh at her no more
Gonna make people look at her
like they never did before
Oh, lazy suit
I know you wanna leave her
Cause she ain't been go ing nowhere
I know your mama and your daddy don't,
don't know
You be my
wife,
you see I got this 40 acres,
Down by the
Johnson's
Creek
My
Dunn bought me a brand new tractor
An d we can grow all the food we need
I ain't ever down there
But you come to
Memphis
City
An d you can buy a couple of dresses
And make yourself look real pretty
I can tell
No, you're not lazy
The folks just don't know
You like to take my breath away,
baby, come on