Find the song.

No googling!

One attempt each, until someone else has posted.

Artist and title needed for the full point.



I planned each chartered course.

On her ship, tied to the mast.

How your garden grows.

What I find is pleasing and I'm feeling fine

And the morals that they worship will be gone

Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims

You tell me your life's been way off line

When your old man had let you down

There's too much pain and too much sorrow

This city desert makes you feel so cold