A History Of Lovers

D G D A D G D A D D G Louise only got from me innocent poetry D A Although she played to not listen D G But still I can hear myself speak as if no one else D A D Ever could offer the same D G Some say she knowingly tastes like a recipe D A Although so foolish and willing D G I said, 'Babe I can picture you bend as if wanting to D A D Bow as the curtain goes down' G D Coddle some men, they'll remember you bitterly G A F**k 'em, they'll come back for more G D I asked my Louise would she leave and so cripple me G A Then came a knock at the door D G I came for my woman he came with a razor blade D A Bound like us all for the ocean D G I hope that she's happy I'm blamed for the death D A D Of the man who would take her from me G D G A G D G A D G Some say they saw in me innocent poetry D A Some say they'll never be certain D G But still it's been written, a history of lovers D A D Given and taken in ink G D Coddle some men, they'll remember you fittingly G A Cut 'em, they'll come back for more G D I asked my Louise would she leave and so cripple me G A Then came the knock at the door D G Louise came to rescue me missing the irony D A Blood made her heart change its beating D G I hope that she's happy I'm blamed for the death D A D Of a man she found better than me G D G A G D G A D