I've been waiting on the slide

Suggest I open wide

No incentive to hide

Happy coursing through my veins

Don't even know my name

When I'm up you're coming down



Inside of me, some sight to see

Some sight to feel our earthy bed



When we're wrapped in polythene

What's that supposed to mean

Paper flowers bring me luck

No birds in sight I fear

Stick sticks in you my dear

When I'm up you're coming down



Some say I'm vague

And I'd easily fade

Foolish parade of fantasy



Drink in your eyes

Drink in you sighs

Grass in my thighs my aching legs