Louisa & Her Blue Guitar
A naked thigh has much to talk about
If its just approached right.
Just like girls who talk too much
In crowded barrooms like last night.
Just like our lisa, aint that right?
Conversations overheard,
Sacred silver dollars become petty change.
Suddenly red lipstick finds itself
On the wrong side of her age.
Just like our lisa, aint that strange?
And washed nylons bleed dirty tears
From a strangers window pane.
The red light cannot change the mood
Of the blue guitar thats played. blue guitar.
The sound of painted nails are playing.
Hi-ho silver, add another glass.
Good intentions can beat up sick attention
And louisa finishes last.
Oh goody, aint life a blast.
Hollow glance.
May I have this dance?
The faces been worn and thin
cause shes been wishing on too many stars again.
Washed nylons bleed dirty tears
>from a strangers window pane.
The red light cannot change the mood
Of the blue guitar thats played.
Blue guitar.
Blue guitar.
Get in the car.
James reach, jewel lyric archive
song performed by Jewel
Added by Lucian Velea
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