Lousia and her Blue Guitar

A naked thigh has much to talk about
If it's just approached right
Just like girls who talk too much
In crowded bar-rooms like last night
Just like Louisa, ain't that right?

Conversations overheard
Sacred silver dollars become petty change
Suddenly red lipstick finds itself
On the wrong side of the range
Just like Louisa, ain't that strange?

And washed nylons bleed dirty tears
From a stranger's window pane
The red light cannot change the mood
Of the blue guitar that's played
Blue guitar

The sound of painted nails are playing
Hi-ho silver add another glass
Good intentions compete for sick attention
And Louisa finishes last
Oh goody, ain't life a blast?

Hollow glance
May I have this dance?
Her face is moon-worn and thin
She's been wishin' on too many stars again

Washed nylons bleed dirty tears
From a stranger's window pane
The red light cannot change the mood
Of the blue guitar that's played
Blue guitar
Blue guitar
Get in the car

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