Grass

Laying on the grass

My heart it flares like fire

The way you slap my face

Just fills me with desireYou play hard to get

'Cause you're teacher's pet

But when the boats have gone

We'll take a tumble, excuse for a fumbleShocked me too, the things we used to do on grassIf you fancy

We can buy an ice-cream cone

Your mate has gone

She didn't want to be aloneI will pounce on you

Just us and the cuckoos

You are helpless now

Over and over we flatten the cloverShocked me too, the things we used to do on grass

It would shock you too, the things we used to do on grassGrass, on grass

Things we did on grass