The trees are swaying in the breeze
Will our undying love rain supreme?
Will the park keeper with his bloodshot eye
See us behind the bowling shed
Rolling about on the new green?
Did he see you put my knickers in the hedge?
Does he dream of me in his bed
For me there is no other than you
Not even when you lifted my skirt
And showed that youth my bum
When I complained you said it was only fun
You push me on and make me Flirt
With your friends
Knowing I will always love you
Then you get them to sleep with me
And you still don’t see
That its only because I love you
That I don’t run.
No reproduction without permission Copyright Tina Avis 2008
Will our undying love rain supreme?
Will the park keeper with his bloodshot eye
See us behind the bowling shed
Rolling about on the new green?
Did he see you put my knickers in the hedge?
Does he dream of me in his bed
For me there is no other than you
Not even when you lifted my skirt
And showed that youth my bum
When I complained you said it was only fun
You push me on and make me Flirt
With your friends
Knowing I will always love you
Then you get them to sleep with me
And you still don’t see
That its only because I love you
That I don’t run.
No reproduction without permission Copyright Tina Avis 2008
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