Louisiana Lady

Arnold-Ballman



You see her there at the bar across the room

She looks like an angel with her pain and perfume

You'd like to meet her, your conscience says no

Obey your conscience, turn around, boy, and go



Chorus

She's no angel, no angel, her wings are not real

She'll ruin your life, if your heart she can steal

She'll tell you tales to bring tears to your eyes

But don't you believe them, for they're only lies



You think if only she could be your own

You'd be more content than a king on his throne

You better not trust her, it's wrong if you do

She's broken many hearts and she'll break yours too



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