Teksty: The Felice Brothers. Ballad Of Lou The Welterweight.

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Powder your nose
pull off your panty hose
let me love you from behind
my darlin

powder your nose
pull on your panty hoes
we're going down to my bow
my darlin

before the bell would ring
he had a way like era flynn
as he santered to the ring
with a sheet on

but the leg round scared the girl
heaven knows she thought the world
of lou, it was hard to see him sway
in the neon

joey was a noone
just some big dumb kid from flushin
he had a face like an ugly boy
always pouting

he hit louie kind of low
and he fummbled on the ropes
as the bookies blocked the rows
shouting

powder your nose
pull off your panty hose
let me love you from behind
my darlin

powder your nose
pull on your panty hoes
were going down to my bows
my darlin

the blows were hard and loud
he could hardly hear the crowd
in the bleechers where they hound
they were cheering

i remember in the eighth
it was clear that lou was fading
when soemthing caught his eye
by the ceiling

he saw her as she spoke
thru the shiffty yellow smoke
she said "louie you look bad,
like you're dying"

but louie could not answer
his eyes were cast up to the rafters
and then they slowy sealed
in the silence

powder your nose
pull off your panty hoes
let me love you from behind
my darling

powder your nose
pull on your panty hoes
were going down to my bow
my darlin