powder your nose
pull off your pantyhose
let me love you from behind
my darling
powder your nose
pull on your pantyhose
we're going down to my bout
my darling
before the bell would ring he had a way like errol flynn
as he sauntered to the ring with a sheet on
but the late rounds scared the girl
heaven knows she thought the world of lou
it was hard to see him swaying in the neon
joey was a no-one
just some big dumb kid from flushing
he had a face like an ugly bull
always pouting
he hit louie kind of low and he stumbles on the ropes
as the bookies blocked the rows
shouting
powder your nose
pull off your pantyhose
let me love you from behind
my darling
powder your nose
pull on your pantyhose
we're going down to my bout
my darling
the blows were hard and loud
he could hardly hear the crowd
in the bleachers where they howled
they were cheering
i remember in the eighth
it was clear that lou was fading
when something caught his eye by the ceiling
he saw her as she spoke through the shifty yellow smoke
she said
louie