On Hayling Island once I got sunburn,When I was about fifteen years of age,
One of the lessons that I had to learn,
Kayaking on the sea with no heat gauge,
And with no shirt upon my pale, white back,
And no sun cream on any part of me,
Young and defenseless 'neath the sun's attack,
Whose violence it takes quite a while to see.
By the evening I was shivering and ill
Red and burnt, my skin tight and restricted,
So I could hardly move despite my will,
No sympathy, all pain self inflicted.
Laid in bed, peeled skin for two days on fire,
And did nothing but listen to Desire.
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