Louise
Now you got me on my knees
And you whistle through your teeth
That life ain't fair
I slide in your electric chair
Louise
See you spread that strange disease
With your every thanks and please
But I don't care
I'm stiffer than the clothes you wear
Louise
I can't get you off
My mind's growing soft
Blame it on my
Thorazine
You're colder than the floor
A crooked corridor
But I won't lie
I like you mean
Louise
When I look up at the moon
From my little padded room
I think I see
Your lovely face smile down at me
So please
You're shiny like a spoon
And I can't help but swoon
I'm weak in the knees
So won't you come and comfort me
Louise