Tuesday, November 19, 2002

Replenished Strawberries
Now that I'm good, now that I'm fine
I don't want you comming around here all the time
Stay away from me, don't you see
I was all torn up inside
Seems you ate all my strawberries and lied
Looked like a dove in my strawberry patch of love
No more contaminated hands touching my stuff
I gave you all I had and it wasn't enough
Push came to shove in my strawberry patch of love
I said it and you had nothing to say
Just packed your bags and went away
I was a pairless glove in my strawberry patch of love
Now I've grown back my berries again
And you are banging on the door to be let in
Stay away from me can't you see
As smart as my brain is my heart is too big
You can't have my strawberries so how bout' a fig?

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