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 wondering 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 just got 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?

 Lonesome Suzie, I can't watch you cry no longer
 If you can use me until you feel a little stronger
 I guess just watching you has made me lonesome too
 Why don't we get together, what else can we do