The Way Susie Mae Used To Talk

Why dat gull crynin'?! Hollin' like dat?! She bleed'n uh som'in?! No?! Maybe she need soma' dat pank stuff, den? You know! Dat stuff! Dat uhhh... Dat uhhh... Dat Bismorex!! Yeah. Dat Bismorex. Hmmph! Well, den, maybe huh flioncee left huh. He pro'bly took dat rang back. Heh, Heh. You know him. You know huh, too. That ol' low down strumpet! She be sleepin' wit ev'ry Tom, _ick and Harry in town. Don't she? Don't she?! Don't she?!! Fool, you know dat's right! So sank me in Hell! Shoot! She sleep wit anythang that'll walk! I'd leava' too. Show would! I wouldn't stay... Well, den, if dat ain't it, I don't know what it is! But I still wunda' wut dat gull crynin 'bout! What?! She jus' fakin' it again?! Heh, heh, heh. Child! Dat's yo water dat's deep. Heh, heh, heh. Dat's yo water dat's deep. My mother told me this story.