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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
Although so foolish and willing
I said Babe I can picture you bent as if wanting to
Bow as the curtain goes down
Coddle 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 they saw in me innocent poetry
Some say they'll never be certain
But still it's been written, a history of lovers
And given and taken in ink
Coddle 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 me
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