Grass
XTC · Coat Of Many Cupboards [2002]
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
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