Abigail Foster's Photosynthesis Machine - Ooh Wee, Louise

I'm such a fool on bended knee
Asking her to marry me
I said 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Where do we go, your house or mine?
Ooh wee, Louise, come to me

Well she never calls past 5pm
She never takes me to her bed
Sunday's are another thing
She don't ever hear the telephone ring
Ooh wee, Louise, come to me

Well, I'm a boy and I got needs
Won't you listen to me please?
All I ask of you Louise
Oh please, come to me

I'm beginning to think that she don't love me
And there's another boy that she fancies
And if I find out who he is I'm gonna
Kick him hard right in the grits
Ooh wee, Louise, come to me

Well, I'm a boy and I got needs
Won't you listen to me please?
All I ask of you Louise
Oh please, come to me

Written by:
Justin Hoenke

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