| Lazy afternoon strolls make for her howls
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| At the trees
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| Going home with trouble written in dirt on
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| Her knees
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| There’s nowhere else to be
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| Off into the long grass I want her to drag me away
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| Every single footpath that I ever try and take
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| She’ll circumnavigate
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| They pass us by and we’re just out of view
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| They don’t have a clue
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| They’re in ones they’re in twos
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| They’re in sensible shoes
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| They’re in purple cagoules
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| She’ll jump in the river
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| You’ll wish you’re the water
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| And like no one else could
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| She does the woods
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| Faces made for daylight
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| Ought to be out of the house
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| You’d do the moon and back twice easy
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| Just to kiss half of her mouth
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| She’s what it’s all about
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| They pass us by and we’re just out of view
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| They don’t have a clue
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| They’re in ones they’re in twos
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| They’re in sensible shoes
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| They’re in purple cagoules
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| She’ll jump in the river
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| You’ll wish you’re the water
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| And like no one else could
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| She does the woods
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| She turns my back to the earth and shows me that’s where I’m meant to be
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| I hear the chirps from the birds as if they heard somebody coming
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| I see her lit from behind looking down on me
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| In front of a natural tapestry that’s like a
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| Spirograph of branches that dance on the breeze
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| She’ll jump in the river
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| You’ll wish you’re the water
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| She’ll jump in the river
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| You’ll wish you’re the water
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| And like no one else could-
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| (She does the woods) |