Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Romantic lyrics

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...