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