Paroles Grass Stains de State Broadcasters

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  • Chanson: Grass Stains
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Textes et 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

let's go walk through autumn leaves
i'll get down on bended knees
she'll start to cry she cannot breathe
dry her tears on my woolly sleeve

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