Poplar St. Lyrics

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-t***
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 your underwear, begging me 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 l*** 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