Poor Boy

I’m just a poor boy, ain’t got a dime

Still I’ve got to live, try to make some time

I don’t know why I thought I had a chance

When I saw you in your leather jacket and your velvet pants

How I ever thought you could be mine

Guess I’ll know better next time

You have fancy clothes and fancy friends

You have fancy times every weekend

I see you cruising up and down the street

My only transportation is my feet

I don’t know just what I’m going to do

If I can’t stop myself from loving you

‘til then I’ll wait up late up night

And watch you walk home looking right

But you never seem to see me

Standing there

Someday babe, I’m telling you now

You’re going to remember me, don’t ask me how

I’ll make a record, I’ll bomb a school

I’ll do something you think is cool

I’ll do something you won’t ever forget

I’ll be someone you’d wish you met

‘Til then I’ll wait up, late at night

And watch you walk home looking right

But you never seem to see me

Standing there