Whats A Poor Boy To Do

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