I recall your sweet brown eyes
And feeling you deep inside
And holding you right there beneath the moon
I don’t remember where I was
Or what I said to get to bed
But I remember being there with you

And it’s harder than it seems
I’m falling apart at the seams

I remember taking you to
gothic shows In dirty holes
where ordinary people wouldn’t be
And when I held you close to me
it felt at once that I could breathe
Cause you had finally come to set me free

And it’s harder than it seems
I’m falling apart at the seams

Oh my Suzanne, my Suzanne
My sweet Suzanne
My Suzanne, my Suzanne I’m in love

You were sweet like summer days
A wham pop synth pop hit parade
Of melodies that sugar coat and please
Your eyes delight like pumpkin spice, ginger snaps,
winter nights and Ferris wheels that tantalize and tease

And it’s harder than it seems
I’m falling apart at the seams

Oh my Suzanne, my Suzanne
My sweet Suzanne
My Suzanne, my Suzanne I’m in love

You were hip like licorice,
a lemon drop, a goo-goo doll
Part innocent and sticky sweet between
Your hair smelled sweet like honeydew
And I was strapped in next to you
About to leave this boring earth-bound scene

And it’s harder than it seems
I’m falling apart at the seams

Oh my Suzanne, my Suzanne
My sweet Suzanne
My Suzanne, my Suzanne I’m in love
With my Suzanne My sweet Suzanne
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love

 

                                   words and music by Adam Bloom