[00:19.38]When I was a boy I lived on Poplar St
[00:26.49]Just a little child with plasters on my knees
[00:33.35]Watching all the world from high up in the trees
[00:40.29]I saw Mrs Moore sleep around with Mr Keats
[00:48.92]I feel like a new man
[00:52.47]Red flowers in my bed
[00:55.93]Breathe straight through the crisp air
[00:59.35]Dead flowers in the sand
[01:02.90]I am a true romantic
[01:06.26]Free falling love addict
[01:10.01]I am a true romantic
[01:13.29]Free falling love addict, yeah
[01:22.07]Mama always called that woman prosti-tits
[01:29.04]For wearing lower cuts than most and red lipstick
[01:36.00]One night Mrs Moore she made her eyes at me
[01:42.91]Pulled me through her door and stuck her teeth in deep
[01:51.61]I feel like a new man
[01:55.03]Red flowers in my bed
[01:58.56]Breathe straight through the crisp air
[02:02.05]Dead flowers in the sand
[02:05.46]I am a true romantic
[02:08.95]Free falling love addict
[02:12.52]I am a true romantic
[02:15.94]Free falling love addict, yeah
[02:22.97]And all your days are gone
[02:26.53]Sitting on the floor
[02:30.00]In your underwear
[02:33.36]Begging me for more
[02:36.80]And all my days are gone
[02:40.28]Sitting on the floor
[02:43.83]In my underwear
[02:47.18]Begging you for more
[02:50.86]I am a true romantic
[02:54.13]Free falling love addict
[02:57.73]I am a true romantic
[03:01.06]Free falling love addict, yeah
[03:30.73]Just another boy who lived on Poplar St
[03:37.64]Tangled up in lust and her exotic needs
[03:44.65]One night Mrs Moore she called collect to me
[03:51.42]I don't love you anymore she said and ceased to be