Lonesome Suzie never got the breaks She's always losing and so she sits and cries and shakes It's hard just to watch her and if I touch her Oh, poor Suzie, I'm wonderin' what to do She just sits there, hoping for a friend I don't fit here but I may have a friend to lend Maybe I mistook her but I can't overlook her Must be someone who can pull her through Anyone who's felt that bad could tell me what to say Even if she'd just get mad She might be better off that way And where is all the understanding Her problems can't be that demanding Why is it she looks my way Every time she starts to cry?