Testo A History Of Lovers

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 went 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 The man who would take her from me Some they saw in me innocent poetry Some, some 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; listen, 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