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I'm sorry I kicked you, Susan
On the sofa in grey pyjamas
I can see it now, all over again. And I feel sick.
I never thought anything would disarm us

I know you can't forgive me
But please don't run away.

I'm sorry I kicked you, Susan
But you shut doors on me, three times
You ran around me - I ran out of words
You were so loud, I forgot my lines

But I think you may forgive me
And I think you'll stay.

You let down your sisters, Susan
You only respect me now I rule your heart
After I bruised you in the kitchen
Now I know we'll never be apart

I know you will forgive me
I know you will forgive me
I know you will forgive me
And I know you'll stay.

What's for breakfast, Susan?