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 market wives 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 engine hood
And all the young girls put on their scarfs
Before they haunt their neighborhood

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
Ice cold stray 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 engine hood
And all the young girls put on their scarfs
Before they haunt their neighborhood

So sorry that I'm romantic...