Tie-died, wide-eyed, tongue-pierced, and mind-fried.
She stands there in a field with her long mauve skirt in motion.
Knotted hair, muddy boots, stripy tights.
Through the haze of picked eyes, she fills me with emotion.

Braced teeth, wide mouth, cold smile, warm beneath.
Captivated by her breasts drawing circles in her loose white top.
Move with me, smile at me, perfect girl.
As I watch her dance, I wish that the music would never stop.

I'm smashed, hopes dashed, dreams gone, she's attached.
A guy comes back from the beer tent and hands her a drink.
Jealousy, heavy heart, fantasy.
She would never look twice at me, no matter what I think.

Chance missed, un-kissed, beer tent, get pissed.
Make my way to where the music is playing way too loud.
Spinning round, drum 'n' bass, hit the ground.
All seems calm as I'm drifting off beneath the crowd.