Festival Tent Time Stories
Went in her tent for a coffee
We did unspeakable things
Hope she'll not tell her mother
Some of our dirty things
And that’s one of her tent time stories
and there is no time for worries
And she was always pretty shy
but rock music makes her high
When the Bass really roars
And the guitar just yells
she wanna tears her clothes off
And that’s one of her tent time stories
Festival Time – and there is no time for worries
Here she finally feels free
without the worries in her head
She's just waiting for it
without knowing what it is
And that’s one of her tent time stories
and there is no time for worries
She‘s not really abcent
with ten dollars in her hand
she buys something to smoke
she like the taste of dope
on her little tounge
And that’s one of her tent time stories
Festival Time – and there is no time for worries
Now look at her, how she dance
like shes somewhere else
Now look at her (look at her), and how she smiles (how she smiles)
like you where someone else
Now look at you (look at you), and how you gaze (how you gaze)
like you're invisible
So make the first (make the first), the first step (first step)
For a never ending night, a never ending night.
And that’s one of her tent time stories
Festival Time – and there is no time for worries
And that’s one of her tent time stories
Festival Time – and there is no time for worries