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Siebel |
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They all said louise was not half bad |
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It was written on the walls and window shades |
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And how she'd act the little girl |
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A deceiver don't believe her, that's her trade |
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Sometimes a bottle of perfume |
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Flowers and maybe some lace |
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Men brought louise 10 cent trinkets |
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The intentions were easily traced |
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And everybody knew at times she cried |
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But women like louise well they get by |
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Everybody thought it kinda sad |
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When they found louise in her room |
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They'd all put her down below their kind |
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Still some cried when she died this afternoon |
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Louise rode home on the mail train |
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Somewhere to the south i heard them say |
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Too bad it ended so ugly |
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Too bad she had to go this way |
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But the wind is blowing cold tonight |
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Goodnight louise goodnight |
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Goodnight louise goodnight |
