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 bend as if wanting to 
Bow as the curtain goes down 

Coddle some men, they’ll remember you bitterly  [bad word] ‘em, [bad word] 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 
man who would take her from me 

Some they saw in me innocent poetry 
Some, some say they’ll never be certain 
But still it’s been written, a history of lovers 
Given and taken in ink 

Coddle some men, they’ll remember you [bad word] 
Cut ‘em, [bad word] 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 
The man she found better than me