A History of Lovers

[Verse 1] 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 All those so foolish and willing I said, "Babe, I can picture you bend as if wanting to Bow as the curtain goes down" [Chorus] Cuckold some men, they'll remember you bitterly Fuck them, they'll come back for more I asked my Louise, would she leave and so, cripple me Then came a knock at the door [Verse 2] 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 say they saw in me innocent poetry Some say they'll never be certain But still it's been written, a history of lovers In giving, and taking, and ink [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 a man she found better than me