Grass

Laying on the grass, my heart, it flares like fire The way you slap my face just fills me with desire You play hard to get 'Cause you're teacher's pet But when the boats have gone We'll take a tumble, excuse for a fumble Shocked me, too, the things we used to do on grass If you fancy, we can buy an ice cream cone Your mate has gone, she didn't want to be alone I will pounce on you Just us and the Cuckoos You are helpless now Over and over, we flatten the clover Shocked me, too, the things we used to do on grass It would shock you, too, the things we used to do on grass Grass, grass Things we did on grass