Poor Boy

I can’t get no sophistication
Just a poor boy on bended knee.
Won’t you give me a proper chance
All I need is your romance.
My head’s fucked up over you
Listen, your understanding is overdue
Take me back as I am
I’ve never been your also ran.
Cool clothes and fancy cars are not my thing
But please try to see inside
It’s my soul that churns for you
I crave your understanding Peggy Sue
Whilst there’s still a chink of light
Let’s get on down tomorrow night.
Nothing ventured nothing gained
I beg you stop me going insane.