Louisa was a movie queen
Before she'd achieved the age of sweet sixteen.
Long before Cagney threw those girls about,
Little Louisa tossed her curls about
Later when the talkies came
The whole world 
Resounded to her fame,
Each time she married
Every daily paper carried
Headlines blazing her name.
Not only headlines
But photographs and interviews,
Every thing she did was news 
That held the world in thrall.
Some say she read lines 
Better than Marlene could,
No other entertainer could
Compare with her at all.
But regardless of the fact
That she could sing and dance and act
And owned furniture that wasn't ""Little Rockery”,
And regardless of her gems,
Which were hers, not M.G.M.’s.
Her life was one long mockery.

Louisa was terribly lonely
Success brought her naught but despair.
She derived little fun from the oscars she'd won
And none from her home in Bel Air.
She said she was weary of living
On this bestial, terrestial plane.
When friends came to visit their hands she would clutch
Crying, "Tell me why is it I suffer so much?
If only, if only, if only
My life wasn't quite such a strain.""
And soon after that she was terribly lonely.
All over again.

Louisa was terribly lonely
Louisa was terribly sad.
It appears that the cheers that had rung in her ears
For years had been driving her mad.
She sobbed when men offered her sables
And moaned when they gave her champagne.
She remarked to her groom on their honeymoon night
As he tenderly kissed her and switched out the light.
If only, if only, if only
I'd flung myself out of that plane…
And the very next day she was terribly lonely
All over again…