I'm pure, you're impure. On top of that you're obnoxious. But you're young and beautiful. Cast off that silly yellow robe and let's make love in this wood. Blossoms smell sweet from the tall trees.
Spring is a happy season.
Let's make love in this flowering wood. The trees cry out when shaken by wind. It's wonderful and frightening. You could get lost. You could go about a forest like this like a gold idol.