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