They said Louis was not half bad
It was written on the walls and window shades
Though she acts a little girl
And a deceiver don't believe her
That's her trade
Sometimes

A bottle of perfume
Flowers
In maybe some place
Men brought Louis
Tens and trinkets
Their intentions
Were recently traced
And everybody knew
At times she cried
But women like Louis
They get by
And everybody thought
It kind of sad
When they found
That she was not half bad


Louis in her room
They always put her down
Below their kind
Still some cried
When she died this afternoon
Louis
Rode home
On a mail train
And everybody knew
That she was not half bad




Somewhere to the south
I heard them say
Too bad
It ended
So ugly
Too bad
She had to go
This way
And the wind
Is blowing cold
Tonight
Get rid of thejd




So good night
Louise
And I guess she knows
What is going to be
The next time
Too cold
To sleep



And people know
That she is my own
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