Hot Salt

I saw you sleeping in my garden, All of my friends took off their clothes, We found a note that you left last time With drawings of our faces on it, I don't suppose your mother even knows you came round I don't like orders I don't like sheeps I don't like boys that Look at me I've got my baby wrapped round my shoulders and we look so fresh Our bodies will be mixing together Under the moonlight in this hot salt weather Well that was me sleeping in your garden, That much is true, And I joined in with your friends and their party Because they invited me too, But those paintings that you found no They weren't of you they were of me, But that just proves that art can be, Whatever you want to interpret it to be Our bodies will be mixing together Under the moonlight in this hot salt weather Oh your car keys give them to me they make me feel broom broom Yeah yeah they do, they do, They do do do do And this could be in real life And it would be in real like yeah And this could be in real life And this could be in real life yeah I've got my baby wrapped round my shoulders and we look so fresh Our bodies will be mixing together Under the moonlight in this hot salt weather (And this could be in real life) Our bodies will be mixing together Under the moonlight in this hot salt weather Oh your car keys give them to me They make me feel broom broom! Yeah yeah the do, they do, They do do do do