Not of a ***** and opened mouth snog On some suntan oil stinking beach But rather holding hand's under the moon And just the gentle brush of lips on my cheek Barely clad bodies under the sun Baring their all to those who would look No, just soft gentle curves left for imagination To think of pleasures to come After all there is no hurry to capture your love For if its true your true love will come And fourty years later you'll still be holding hands Under a bright lovers moon