كلمات 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 '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 falling love addict, and 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, and 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 my days are gone Sitting on the floor In my underwear Begging you for more Cause I am a true romantic Free falling love addict, and 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 Just another boy Just another boy Just another boy