A History Of Lovers (In The Reins Version) Lyrics

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 tastes like a recipe

All those so foolish and willing

I said, "Babe, I can picture you bend as if wanting to

Bow as the curtain goes down"



Cuddle some men, they'll remember you bitterly

Fuck 'em, they'll 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 she's happy, I'm blamed for the death

Of a man who would take her from me



Some say they saw in me innocent poetry

Some say they'll never be certain

But still it's been written, a history of lovers

In giving, and taking, and ink



Cuddle some men, they'll remember you fittingly

Cut 'em, they'll 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 she's happy, I'm blamed for the death

Of a man she found better than me