I met a man named Lou today.
Lou's a drunk.
He told me I was beautiful,
Just because I still have har.
Lou is an ordinary man,
But his sadness is greater than mine,
Becuase he knows he's ordinary.
He asked me if I could tell him
How to die - because he's tired of
Working every day.
I wanted to show him Colorado,
But it's too late,
And Mary just gave us another drink.
I'm sorry Lou.
If I could give you my hair I would,
But it's the only thing I have
to keep me warm.
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