Poor Boy

You've got the money in your back pocket but we know
It won't be enough to chew, ooh.
You've got the ceremony you don't know how to stop it and we know,
You'll have to strip away the sense of it soon,

I could have told you a story when we started I could have,
Made it easy for you, ooh.
I'd lean down on the shoulder, I'd push you to the carpet and whisper,
I'm only doing what you told me to do.

And you're tired of being everybody's lover,
Poor boy couldn't do any better,
And you're sure, you're making time with the drummer,
It takes so long to tell it to you,

You've got the money you never had
it better so do it again, do it again,
Do it.

Keep yourself right, oh ooh.
You've got the form you should know by now its frightening.
You'll have to count on what we ought to have

And you're tired of being everybody's lover,
Poor boy couldn't do any better,
And you're sure you're making time with the drummer,
It takes so long to tell it to you.