Poplar St.

When I was a boy I lived on Poplar St

Just a little child with plasters on my knees

Watching all the world from high up in the trees

I saw Mrs Moore sleep around with Mr Keats

I feel like a new man

Red flowers in my bed

Breathe straight through the crisp air

Dead flowers in the sand

I am a true romantic

Free falling love addict

I am a true romantic

Free falling love addict, yeah

Mama always called that woman prosti-tits

For wearing lower cuts than most and red lipstick

One night Mrs Moore she made her eyes at me

Pulled me through her door and stuck her teeth in deep

I feel like a new man

Red flowers in my bed

Breathe straight through the crisp air

Dead flowers in the sand

I am a true romantic

Free falling love addict

I am a true romantic

Free falling love addict, yeah

And all your days are gone

Sitting on the floor

In your underwear

Begging me for more

And all your days are gone

Sitting on the floor

In my underwear

Begging you for more

I feel like a new man

Red flowers in my bed

Breathe straight through the crisp air

Dead flowers in the sand

I am a true romantic

Free falling love addict

I am a true romantic

Free falling love addict, yeah

Just another boy who lived on Poplar St

Tangled up in lust and her exotic needs

One night Mrs Moore she called collect to me

I don't love you anymore she said and ceased to be