What’s a Poor Boy to Do

Lyrics

Someone told me that they saw you in the arms Of Mr. James B. Jones Someone said you were both trying to be alone And another said they saw you in his arms He held you oh-so close Seems like this whole darn world must know Tell me, what's a poor boy to do When he finds that his love ain't true? What's a poor boy to do? Maybe I should just scream and shout Slam the door and then walk out just like before Squeal the tires on my car Curse your name at the local bar Convince myself I was always way too good for you (way too good) anyhow What's a poor boy to do? (Won't you tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me) Someone told me I should be thinking Of seeing your best friend Jane God, I hate these games But what's a poor boy to do When he finds that his love ain't true? What's a poor boy to do?