| Louisa was a movie queen
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| Before she’d achieved the age of sweet sixteen
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| Long before Cagney threw those girls about
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| Little Louisa tossed her curls about
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| Later when the talkies came
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| The whole world resounded to her fame
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| Each time she married
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| Every daily paper carried
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| Headlines blazing her name
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| Not only headlines
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| But photographs and interviews
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| Every thing she did was news that held the world in thrall
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| Some say she read lines better than Marléne could
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| No other entertainer could
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| Compete with her at all
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| But regardless of the fact
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| That she could sing and dance and act
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| And owned furniture that wasn’t «Little Rockery»
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| And regardless of her gems, which were hers not MGM’s
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| Her life was one long mockery
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| Louisa was terribly lonely
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| Sucess brought her naught but despair
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| She derived little fun
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| From the oscars she’d won
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| And none
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| From her home in Bel Aire
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| She said she was weary of living
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| On this bestial, terrestial plane
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| When friends came to visit
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| Their hands she would clutch
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| Crying, «Tell me why is it I suffer so much?
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| Oh, if only, if only, if only
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| My life wasn’t quite such a strain.»
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| And soon after that she was terribly lonely
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| All over again
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| Louisa was terribly lonely
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| Louisa was terribly sad
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| It appears that the cheers that had rung in her ears
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| For years had been driving her mad
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| She sobbed when men offered her sables
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| And moaned when they gave her champagne
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| She remarked to her groom on their honeymoon night
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| As he tenderly kissed her and switched off the light
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| «Ohhh, If only, if only, if only
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| I’d flung myself out of that plane…»
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| And the very next day she was terribly lonely
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| All over again
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| Louisa was terribly lonely
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| (The girl had no fun)
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| Louisa was tired of it all
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| (Not a call from anyone)
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| She gazed like a dazed, frustrated sphinx
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| At her hundred and eight new tated minx
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| And she wrung her hands
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| And she beat her breast
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| Crying, «My, my, my, I’m so depressed.»
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| Nobody knew the troubles she’d seen
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| Nobody knew, but you-know-who
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| The tribulations of a movie queen
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| So, farewell to lovely Louisa
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| (We'll just let life tease her.)
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| Let’s leave her searching in vain
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| (Find someone to explain.)
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| Why destiny
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| Singled her out to be
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| Only
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| Lonely
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| Over and over again |