Louise has spilled her bottle of pillsnShe speaks with a foul mouthnAnd struggles with themnnAnd shenCould do most anythingnYes shennBut as you turnnYou do, my dearnYou donLook so sadnnYour badgesnYour picturesnAre hung on the wallnThe house has been paintednThe numbers are gonennBut as you turnnYou do, my dearnYou donLook so sadnnShe's barrennShe's barenShe stares at menShe's frozen in my memoriesnIn my memoriesnIn my memories