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{st:Paul Siebel}
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They all said Louise was not half bad
it was written on the walls and window shades
sometimes she'd act like a little girl
a deceiver, don't believe her, that's her trade
sometimes a bottle of perfume
candy or maybe some lace 
ALT:  (flowers and maybe some lace)
men brought Louise ten cent trinkets
their intentions were easily traced

and everybody knew at times she cried
ah, but, women like Louise, they get by

everybody thought it kind of sad
when they found Louise in her room
they'd always put her down below their kind
still some cried when she died this afternoon
Louise, she rode home on the mail train
somewhere to the south I heard them say
too bad it ended so ugly
too bad she had to go this way

but the wind is blowing cold tonight
so, good night, Louise, good night