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 tasts 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    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, 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 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    The man she found better than me