She stormed into the disco as she was a wild peacock
Saturday night and something around smelled like blood
All night she was dancing on the dancing floor all alone
And she looked so beautiful like she was a lie
She looked so beautiful like she was a lie
Suzy of the cheap make-up cosmetics
Suzy of the thousand sayings of the passing by men
Suzy of the dreams of the vogue magazines
Have a nice journey
Have a nice journey
Have a nice journey in your golden fairytales
Without lies, the truth would be unbearable
Have a nice journey...