Agricultural Caress

Lyrics
Keep me from Thelma's sister Pearl! She puts my senses in a whirl Weakens my knees and keeps me waiting Until my heart stops palpitating The debs may turn disdainful backs On Pearl's uncouth mechanic slacks And outraged see the fire that lies And smoulders in her long-lashed eyes Have the such weather-freckled features The smooth sophisticated creatures? Ah, not to them such limbs belong Such animal movements sure and strong Such arms to take a man and press In agricultural caress His head to hers, and hold him there Deep buried in her chestnut hair God shrive me from this morning lust For supple farm girls, if you must Send the cold daughter of an earl – But spare me Thelma's sister Pearl!
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Credits
- Writers
- Sir John Betjeman