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