Louisa Joy
 

Written by J. Pacheco; Sung by L. Buckingham

Savoy, Sabine, saturated Polly Anna Louise With your sapphire walk, oh You can talk my language You're an instigator of Sabine looks I hope you see it take what it took me to get to you Louisa Polly Anna Louise, Louisa Joy Polly Anna Louise, please, let me be your boy Slender liquid salad almost Gracious golden brown buttered toast for breakfast After tonight Simple satin silverine host Shady fady, do little ghosts that haunt you Lovely lady, I'm on to you To turn me on to the things you do, Louisa Louisa Joy Slender movement of your hips I like the honey taste of your lips, Louisa Louisa Joy Aw, Louisa Joy Talkin' 'bout Louisa Joy Polly Anna Louise, Louisa Joy Polly Anna Louise Please, let me be your boy Polly Anna Louise, Anna Louise, Louisa Joy Polly Anna Louise, please, let me be your boy Let me be your boy Let me be your boy

 


WEBMISTRESS speculates:

I sure as heck don't know what this song is talking about! Unless he's referencing Roman mythology and the rape of the Sabine women - but I don't think any of them were named Louisa Joy. Or Pollyanna for that matter. Still, there's no denying the tune sure is catchy.

 

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