Louise only got from me innocent poetry Although she played to not listen But still I can hear myself speak as if no one else Ever could offer the same
Some say she knowingly tastes like a recipe All those so foolish and willing I said, "Babe, I can picture you bend as if wanting to Bow as the curtain goes down"
Cuddle some men, they'll remember you bitterly Fuck 'em, they'll come back for more I asked my Louise, would she leave and so, cripple me Then came a knock at the door
I came for my woman, he came with a razor blade Bound like us all for the ocean I hope that she's happy, I'm blamed for the death Of a man who would take her from me
Some say they saw in me innocent poetry Some say they'll never be certain But still it's been written, a history of lovers In giving, and taking, and ink
Cuddle some men, they'll remember you fittingly Cut 'em, they'll come back for more I asked my Louise, would she leave and so, cripple me Then came the knock at the door
Louise came to rescue me, missing the irony Blood made her heart change its beating I hope that she's happy, I'm blamed for the death Of a man she found better than meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
