XTC "GRASS" |
Laying on the grassMy heart it flares like fireThe way you slap my faceJust fills me with desireYou play hard to get'Cause you're teacher's petBut when the boats have goneWe'll take a tumble, excuse for a fumbleShocked me too, the things we used to do on grassIf you fancyWe can buy an ice-cream coneYour mate has goneShe didn't want to be aloneI will pounce on youJust us and the cuckoosYou are helpless nowOver and over we flatten the cloverShocked me too, the things we used to do on grassIt would shock you too, the things we used to do on grassGrass, on grassThings we did on grass Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |