Boots On The Ground
She loves her freedom
But her heart was made for romance
She falls too fast, she flies too high
Loves the lovers’ dance
Sitting around on a Saturday
Maybe Jimmy will come by
Ambling in, with his cheeky grin
He says, who wants to fly?
You and me babe, we could fly
We could dance down the mountain
Fly up through the trees
Make a little fire and sing a few songs
And make some harmonies, hmm, how about it Polly?
I will if you do it my way
We could run to the bottom of the road
Fly with ease and catch the breeze
And lie in the grass below
He touched her hand, she smiled her smile
He called her by her name
She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath
Ohh, he knew how to fan the flame!
I think he’s just playing me though. OK
Dance me down the mountain
Fly me through the trees
We’ll make a little fire, sing a few songs
And make harmony. You and me, Jimmy
He didn’t have the heart to follow
Didn’t have the wings to fly
Just a few poetic words
And the tether of his lover’s cry
She said, don’t play with her tender heart
Pretending you just don’t see
Don’t fan the fire if you can’t take the heat
Love’s not a game! Let her go and come back to me
Polly, she’s going out tonight,
She’s gonna see what else is around
With her heart on her sleeve, and her head held high
Boots on the ground
We’ll dance down the mountain
Fly up through the trees
We’ll make a little fire, write our own songs
And sing harmonies, Coo-ee!