Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Louisa, artist - Noël Coward. Album song Mad Dogs & Englishmen, in the genre Джаз
Date of issue: 23.05.2015
Record label: Avid Entertainment
Song language: English
Louisa |
Louisa was a movie queen |
Before she’d achieved the age of sweet sixteen |
Long before Cagney threw those girls about |
Little Louisa tossed her curls about |
Later when the talkies came |
The whole world resounded to her fame |
Each time she married |
Every daily paper carried |
Headlines blazing her name |
Not only headlines |
But photographs and interviews |
Every thing she did was news that held the world in thrall |
Some say she read lines better than Marléne could |
No other entertainer could |
Compete with her at all |
But regardless of the fact |
That she could sing and dance and act |
And owned furniture that wasn’t «Little Rockery» |
And regardless of her gems, which were hers not MGM’s |
Her life was one long mockery |
Louisa was terribly lonely |
Sucess brought her naught but despair |
She derived little fun |
From the oscars she’d won |
And none |
From her home in Bel Aire |
She said she was weary of living |
On this bestial, terrestial plane |
When friends came to visit |
Their hands she would clutch |
Crying, «Tell me why is it I suffer so much? |
Oh, if only, if only, if only |
My life wasn’t quite such a strain.» |
And soon after that she was terribly lonely |
All over again |
Louisa was terribly lonely |
Louisa was terribly sad |
It appears that the cheers that had rung in her ears |
For years had been driving her mad |
She sobbed when men offered her sables |
And moaned when they gave her champagne |
She remarked to her groom on their honeymoon night |
As he tenderly kissed her and switched off the light |
«Ohhh, If only, if only, if only |
I’d flung myself out of that plane…» |
And the very next day she was terribly lonely |
All over again |
Louisa was terribly lonely |
(The girl had no fun) |
Louisa was tired of it all |
(Not a call from anyone) |
She gazed like a dazed, frustrated sphinx |
At her hundred and eight new tated minx |
And she wrung her hands |
And she beat her breast |
Crying, «My, my, my, I’m so depressed.» |
Nobody knew the troubles she’d seen |
Nobody knew, but you-know-who |
The tribulations of a movie queen |
So, farewell to lovely Louisa |
(We'll just let life tease her.) |
Let’s leave her searching in vain |
(Find someone to explain.) |
Why destiny |
Singled her out to be |
Only |
Lonely |
Over and over again |