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 tasts like a recipe
Although so foolish and willing
I said Babe I can picture you bend as if wanting to
Bow as the curtain goes down

Coddle some men,
theyll remember you bitterly
**** em, theyll 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 shes happy Im blamed for the death of
A man who would take her from me

Some they saw in me innocent poetry
Some, some say theyll never be certain
But still its been written, a history of lovers
Given and taken in ink

Coddle some men ,
theyll remember you fittingly
Cut em, theyll 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, missing the irony
Blood made her heart change its beating
I hope that shes happy Im blamed for the death of
The man she found better than me