Sue Lee has a razor blade - she walks by the scenery

She lives by the water-glade - smokestack and the greenery

She lives by the open field - digs clams with her family

They eat what the waters yield - no fear of any enemy



She'll be your wings - she'll be your love

She'll take you to the stars above

She'll make you sing - she'll make you wise

When you wade in the rivers - of her eyes



Sue Lee has a motorbike - sun glass and a memory

Long days on a hunger strike - late nights as a refugee

She lives in a little house - says prayers with her family

They live in a little house - they live with the memory



She'll be your wings - she'll be your love

She'll take you to the stars above

The sampan sings and the dragon flies

When you wade in the rivers of her eyes



She hums when she sings and she plays in the field

She laughs and she loves what the stars revealed

She smiles when she looks at the world around

With her high-top sneakers and her hard-rock sound



Sue Lee has a razor blade - she walks by the scenery

She lives by the water-glade - smokestack and the greenery

She lives in a little house - says prayers with her family

They live in a little house - they live with the memory