I've been thinking about compassion, dear Louise
Never having been down on bended knees
Should I need someone I can please?
My sweet Louise, my sweet Louise

In this kind of hypocritical world
Where the things I see aren't the things I'm told
Who would believe the birds and bees?
My sweet Louise, my sweet Louise

Although I've been blessed by good fortune, I feel
There's something empty inside me
And should I find out just what it is? (just what it is?)
What can I do? (what can I do?)

Should I stumble after a mystical [?]?
Choking up with flies and I'm holding back the tears
And I say "God only knows what he sees"
My sweet Louise

Well it took somе time for me to find out
And I understand what it's all about
And I'll nеver stumble again
My sweet Louise, my sweet Louise

And I say, "God only knows what he sees"
My sweet Louise