Louisa is burning all the letters
That she's hid beneath a stone
From a man she thought had loved her, and who she thought would be her own
But now she finds out, poor Louisa, that he wasn't singing for her alone
Louisa is taking down the mirror
In which her face so brightly shone
For a man she thought had loved her, and who she thought would be her own
But now she finds out, poor Louisa, that he wasn't singing for her alone
Poor Louisa, how you cry and how you moan
Ever since you heard his secret -- that he wasn't singing for you alone
Louisa pulls out all the stitches
From a sweater that she's sewn
For a man she thought had loved her, and who she thought would be her own
But now she finds out, poor Louisa, that he wasn't singing for her alone
Louisa is emptying the bottle
Which contained the best cologne
Of a man she thought had loved her, and who she thought would be her own
But now she finds out, poor Louisa, that he wasn't singing for her alone
Poor Louisa, how you cry and how you moan
Ever since you heard his secret -- that he wasn't singing for you alone
Louisa is closing all the shutters
And she's hanging up the phone
On a man she thought had loved her, and who she thought would be her own
But now she finds out, poor Louisa, that he wasn't singing for her alone
Louisa is thinking of the difference
In her life if she had known
About a man she thought had loved her, and who she thought would be her own
But now she finds out, poor Louisa, that he wasn't singing for her alone
Poor Louisa, how you cry and how you moan
Ever since you heard his secret -- that he wasn't singing for you alone