Chalkhills And Children * Grass

Grass
by Colin Moulding

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 to do
On grass

It would shock you too
The things we used to do
On grass
Grass grass
Things we did on grass.