10: 15, Louise is ready Down the stairs, her car is waiting In the mirror a perfect face In her mind a better place Ever tired every day Same old lover, same old life No desire to be a wife Locks her heart and leaves a letter She wants Bags of money And I watch her walk away Milk and honey Searching for something Build a castle For you and me No job, no boss No stone, no moss Everybody on your knees Holiday for sweet Louise On her way she takes a lover Takes him in and under cover All the way to ecstasy Drops him off and takes another On and on and on it goes Always wanting, always taking In and out of strangers' clothes Close her eyes and all she sees Bags of money And I watch her walk away Milk and honey Looking for something Build a castle For you and me No job, no boss No stone, no moss Everybody on your knees Holiday for sweet Louise French perfume and nothing cheaper Silver shoes, no one can keep her Ooh, fiesta takes its toll Yes, Louise is on a roll for Bags of money And I watch her walk away Milk and honey Searching for something Build a castle For you and me No job, no boss No stone, no moss Everybody to your knees Holiday for sweet Louise Sweet Louise