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A naked thigh has much to talk about
If it's just approached right
Just like girls who talk too much
In crowded bar rooms like last night
Just like Louisa, ain't that right?
Conversations overheard
A secret silver dollar
Becomes petty change
Suddenly red lipstick finds itself
On the wrong side of the range
Just like Louisa, ain't that strange?
Washed nylons bleed dirty tears
From a stranger's window pane
The red light cannot change the mood
Of the blue guitar that's played
Blue guitar
The sound of painted nails are playing
Hi-ho silver on a water glass
Good intentions compete for sick attention
And Louisa finishes last
Oh goody, ain't life a blast?
Hollow glance
May I have this dance?
Her face is moonworn and thin
She's been wishing on too many stars again
Washed nylons bleed dirty tears
From a stranger's window pane
The red light cannot change the mood
Of the blue guitar that's played
Blue guitar
Blue guitar
Get in the car
“Have any of you heard of a poet named Pablo Neruda? One of my favourite poets. In one of his poems he mentioned a blue guitar, for some reason the image really stuck with me. I started writing this song and I remembered that as a kid my dad used to tell me not to wash my face too hard because it would get worn. He said: "You're wearing your skin out!" I thought what if you wished on the stars too much. I wondered if you're face would get moon-worn. So that's what it's referring to in this song.”— Jewel at the Bathurst Street Theater, Toronto, June 9th, 1995
