Louie and Marie

Good morning, now wake up please Wake up Louie, how I want to know you I've seen you repairing locks and clocks Since the age they made you my king While I do my best to gamble away What's left of France's treasury But loneliness is such a drag I'm afraid I'll die young but look like an old hag And all those times I busted your balls I questioned if you were manly Well I see now just how wrong I was Now forgive your queen, Marie Forgive me Louie Wake up, wake up please, wake up Marie I can't believe it's true The irony of helping liberty has busted the bank And they blame it on you Now they're dragging us off To our deaths in the Tuilerie But I swear on my heart I never cheated on France Or you... my Marie Signed Louie