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WhenD I was a boy EmI lived on PoplaDr St
JuDst a little Emchild with plaDsters on my knees
WaDtching all Emthe world fromD high up in the trees
I saDw Mrs MoorEme sleep around Dwith Mr FKeats G
I Bmfeel like Da new man
ReBmd flowers Din my bed
BrBmeathe straDight through the crisp air
DeBmad flowersD in the sand
I Bmam a true romantic
FrDee falling love addict
IBm am a true romantic
FrGee falling love addict, yeah
DMama aElwayBms called that womanF prosti-tits
For wFearing lower cutGs than most and red lipstick
GOne night Mrs Moore she maEmde her eyes at me G
Pulled Emme through her door andE stuck her teeth in deep F
I Bmfeel like Da new man
ReBmd flowers Din my bed
BrBmeathe straight through the crisp air
Dead Fflowers in Gthe sand
IBm am a true romantic
FEmree falling love addict
I amBm a true romantic
FreFe falling love addict,G yeah
AnFd all your dBmays are gone
SitGting on the floor
In yEmour underwear
BegFging me for more
AndBm all my days are gone
SiGtting on the floor
In my Emunderwear
BeFgging you for more
I amBm a true romantic
Free falDling love addict
I amBm a true romantic
FreBme falling love addict, yeah G
JuAst another boy who livedBm on Poplar St
TanAgled up Bmin lust and her exotic needs
One Anight Mrs MBmoore she called collect to me
I Adon't love you anymorBme she said and ceased to be
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