Romantic Lyrics - Fury In The Slaughterhouse

Little jimmy watkins wasn't ready 

When the winter came 

He forgot to order coats so he shivers 

Just himself to blame 

And the marketwives covered with blankets 

I hear them shout in vain 

They try to sell their southern fruits 

In the icy rain 

Slowly comes the wintertime 

Snowflakes melting on the enginehood 

And all the young girls put on their scarfs 

Before they haunt their neighbourhood 

So sorry that I'm romantic 

So sorry that I'm romantic 

Hot grey steam out of the drains 

I can't see the traffic lights 

And the smell of cookies and candles 

Icecold stary skies 

Snowballs fly around my head 

And linda's laughing bright 

The saucy little skater falls on his nose 

And cries soon he's outta sight 

Slowly comes the wintertime 

Snowflakes melting on the enginehood 

And all the young girls put on their scarfs 

Before they haunt their neighbourhood 

So sorry that I'm romantic...