I get hot under the collar,
when i think of us.
Those memories all flood back,
they start to boil my blood.
Our first camping trip,
the first time for you and me.
Sleeping under canvas,
we made love so passionately.
What happy memories,
i remember it all so well.
The things i had to buy,
and the tales we had to tell.
Because if your mum found out,
she would have sent me straight to hell.
