He was so macho
At least he thought so
He was impervious to all pain
Even as a child
Through pain he'd smile
He earned himself a macho name
But (yet) I saw him brought to the ground
By a little girl, barely ninety pounds
I saw him begging, brought to his knees
By this little girl, his little Louise
When he went swimmin'
God's gift to women
Just thought all women worshiped him
He'd flex his muscle
To see girls hustle
But this one girl just captured him (yet)
Now she could handle
This walking scandal
She had him eating from her hand
She'd crook her finger
He'd try to bring her
The whole world at her command (yet)