Louie St. Louis was a rogue of a man
With slick moves and great style
Smelled of smoke and red wine

Liked to dance with the ladies
Till the wee hours of the night
Made outrageous promises, all of them lies

Lure them back to his rooms
With sweet words and soft kisses
But a dance with the Devil was the fate of these Misses

Inspired by a bit of street art from Amsterdam