The hay
Imagined sweet.
Feet
That dance
Without romance.
Then she is on her way
For there is no contract to stay,
Just a roll in the hay
And pay, pay, pay.
The hay
Imagined sweet.
Feet
That dance
Without romance.
Then she is on her way
For there is no contract to stay,
Just a roll in the hay
And pay, pay, pay.