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