I once had a lover, we'll call her Louise
Very attractive but so hard to please
She was a red haired beauty with emerald eyes
I fell head over heels I cannot deny
She told me she loved me but that was a crock
When a new beau came a strutting she took the walk
She told me our love would last forever
She told me a lie, she thought she was clever
My heart was in pieces, all tattered and torn
At that point I wished I'd never been born
Years passed by when out of the blue
She called , for what reason I hadn't a clue
My heart had healed but still had a scar
She thought she could play me - like a guitar
We arranged for a place that we both could meet
The next time I saw her my heart skipped a beat
By this time she had gone through so many men
She wanted to start all over again
The candle still flickered, my heart screamed out yes
She was quite a temptation to that I confess
But my head intervened, I wasn't taking this pill
Too many times I'd been through this drill
Although I desperately wanted to comply
The game was over, it was her turn to cry.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
I once had a lover, we'll call her Louise
Very attractive but so hard to please
She was a red haired beauty with emerald eyes
I fell head over heels I cannot deny
She told me she loved me but that was a crock
When a new beau came a strutting she took the walk
She told me our love would last forever
She told me a lie, she thought she was clever
My heart was in pieces, all tattered and torn
At that point I wished I'd never been born
Years passed by when out of the blue
She called , for what reason I hadn't a clue
My heart had healed but still had a scar
She thought she could play me - like a guitar
We arranged for a place that we both could meet
The next time I saw her my heart skipped a beat
By this time she had gone through so many men
She wanted to start all over again
The candle still flickered, my heart screamed out yes
She was quite a temptation to that I confess
But my head intervened, I wasn't taking this pill
Too many times I'd been through this drill
Although I desperately wanted to comply
The game was over, it was her turn to cry.