Louie

I was only 'bout five years old
When I knew that you were no good
You never did quite what you should
Obviously born under a bad sign
All the neighbors and the teachers and the priest
Said there's a devil living inside
And your tongue is fit to be fried
But you never changed your precious ways

Ooh, Louie, what do you do to me?
I'd like to tell you that you're mean
And kick you to the street
But I just can't let you go, sayin'
Ooh, Louie, what does it mean to me?
You got the thing I love behind those eyes
But you make it hard to sympathize

You tell me "beauty's in the eye of the bitch"
Like you got something to prove
Like your prose was meant to move
Me to your bitter, judgmental side
I wasn't raised with an iron fist
But I know how to keep it in line
You gonna step on me one more time
I might have to do something I will regret

Ooh, Louie, look at what you do to me
I'd like to tell you that you're mean
And kick you to the street
But I just can't let you go, sayin'
Ooh, Louie, what does it mean to me?
You got the thing I love behind those eyes
So I just can't let you go
No, I just can't let you go
I'd like to tell you that you're mean
And kick you to the street
But I just can't let you go
No, I just can't let you go