Holiday for Sweet Louise Songtext
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Holiday for Sweet Louise Songtext
10: 15, Louise is ready
Down the stairs, her car is waiting
In the mirror a perfect face
In her mind a better place
Ever tired every day
Same old lover, same old life
No desire to be a wife
Locks her heart and leaves a letter
She wants
Bags of money
And I watch her walk away
Milk and honey
Searching for something
Build a castle
For you and me
No job, no boss
No stone, no moss
Everybody on your knees
Holiday for sweet Louise
On her way she takes a lover
Takes him in and under cover
All the way to ecstasy
Drops him off and takes another
On and on and on it goes
Always wanting, always taking
In and out of strangers′ clothes
Close her eyes and all she sees
Bags of money
And I watch her walk away
Milk and honey
Looking for something
Build a castle
For you and me
No job, no boss
No stone, no moss
Everybody on your knees
Holiday for sweet Louise
French perfume and nothing cheaper
Silver shoes, no one can keep her
Ooh, fiesta takes its toll
Yes, Louise is on a roll for
Bags of money
And I watch her walk away
Milk and honey
Searching for something
Build a castle
For you and me
No job, no boss
No stone, no moss
Everybody to your knees
Holiday for sweet Louise
Sweet Louise
Down the stairs, her car is waiting
In the mirror a perfect face
In her mind a better place
Ever tired every day
Same old lover, same old life
No desire to be a wife
Locks her heart and leaves a letter
She wants
Bags of money
And I watch her walk away
Milk and honey
Searching for something
Build a castle
For you and me
No job, no boss
No stone, no moss
Everybody on your knees
Holiday for sweet Louise
On her way she takes a lover
Takes him in and under cover
All the way to ecstasy
Drops him off and takes another
On and on and on it goes
Always wanting, always taking
In and out of strangers′ clothes
Close her eyes and all she sees
Bags of money
And I watch her walk away
Milk and honey
Looking for something
Build a castle
For you and me
No job, no boss
No stone, no moss
Everybody on your knees
Holiday for sweet Louise
French perfume and nothing cheaper
Silver shoes, no one can keep her
Ooh, fiesta takes its toll
Yes, Louise is on a roll for
Bags of money
And I watch her walk away
Milk and honey
Searching for something
Build a castle
For you and me
No job, no boss
No stone, no moss
Everybody to your knees
Holiday for sweet Louise
Sweet Louise
Writer(s): Richard James Page, Patrick Leonard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com