Paroles de Grass Stains

in the fields over there
that is where our love consummated
that is where my sexy moves were initiated

the sun is splitting the trees
as i tug and pull her dungarees
and the bulging by my fly catches her eye

there's an egg upon my plate
in the morning i'm in a terrible state
a cup of tea by my shaky right hand
grass stains on the knees of my jeans

my dad has found me a job
oh but i don't want to work when i'm this much in love
monday morning i am yawning as my work life is dawning

thirty-three weeks later
there's a squirly little boy in an incubator
and my minimum wage pay will have to stretch a long way

there's an egg upon my plate
and a look of disgust across his face
a cup of tea by my shaky right hand
grass stains on the knees of my jeans

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