| Louise only got from me innocent poetry
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| Although she played to not listen
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| But still I can hear myself speak as if no one else
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| Ever could offer the same
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| Some say she knowingly tasts like a recipe
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| Although so foolish and willing
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| I said Babe I can picture you bend as if wanting to
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| Bow as the curtain goes down
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| Coddle some men, they’ll remember you bitterly
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| Fuck 'em, they’ll come back for more
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| I asked my Louise would she leave and so cripple me
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| Then came a knock at the door
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| «I came for my woman», he came with a razor blade
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| Bound like us all for the ocean
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| I hope that she’s happy I’m blamed for the death of
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| A man who would take her from me
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| Some they saw in me innocent poetry
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| Some, some say they’ll never be certain
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| But still it’s been written, a history of lovers
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| Given and taken in ink
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| Coddle some men, they’ll remember you fittingly
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| Cut 'em, they’ll come back for more
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| I asked my Louise would she leave and so cripple me
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| Then came the knock at the door
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| Louise came to rescue me, missing the irony
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| Blood made her heart change its beating
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| I hope that she’s happy I’m blamed for the death of
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| The man she found better than me |