Word Thingys: Salome Strangelove

Let’s go barefoot in the clover
Let’s get drunk and sing old songs
You ah-doo-day, gypsy rover
I’ll wait for you, everlong
Lay our feast beneath the wych tree
Corned beef hash and bread and boxty
If I talk Irish will you kiss me
Or just try to steal my whiskey
Eyes all ‘round us smilin’ frenzy
You know they’re green from more than envy
So just pinch me, pinch me harder
Slip the clasp, undo my garter
Are they watching, do we care
Don’t stop, I double dare
It’s just a day and it’s soon over
So let’s go barefoot in the clover