Poplar St.

When I was a boy, I lived on Poplar St.

Just a little child with plasters on my knees

Watchin' all the world from high up in the trees

I saw Mrs. Moore sleep 'round 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 fallin' love addict

And I am a true romantic

Free fallin' love addict, yeah

Mama always called that woman prosti-tits

For wearin' 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 fallin' love addict

And I am a true romantic

Free fallin' love addict, yeah

And all your days are gone

Sittin' on the floor

In your underwear

Beggin' me for more

And all my days are gone

Sittin' on the floor

In my underwear

Beggin' you for more 'cause

I am a true romantic

Free fallin' love addict

And I am a true romantic

Free fallin' 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

Just another boy

Just another boy

Just another boy