"Poor Boy" as written by and David William Brewis....
You’ve got the money in your back pocket, but we know
It won’t be enough to chew, oh oh oh oh
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 too

I could have told you a story when we started, I could have
Made it easy for you, oh oh oh oh
I’d lean down on your 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
Couldn’t do any better
And you’re sure
You’ll make in 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
Do it again, do it.
Treat yourself right, oh oh oh oh
You’ve got the phone, you should know by now it’s frightening
Don’t have to count what we all have to hide

And you’re tired of being everybody’s lover
Couldn’t do any better
And you’re sure
You’ll make in time with the drummer
It takes so long to tell it to you


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