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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