I can wave it in your face
It is juicy as strawberries
Sitting in the room
The window is wide open
I can feel you crying
The tree of life is rising
Some fingers touch
Entertaining is it not
The strawberry people dance
Till Lips is heard in jealousy
Her mistress instincts press
Her forwards
As bra to very firm breasts
As onto clouds of desire
Form and abstract
Into the true fine art of life!
What are you waiting for?
Tocks in the tender night?
I turn my chair around
I turn my chair around
Now.
It is juicy as strawberries
Sitting in the room
The window is wide open
I can feel you crying
The tree of life is rising
Some fingers touch
Entertaining is it not
The strawberry people dance
Till Lips is heard in jealousy
Her mistress instincts press
Her forwards
As bra to very firm breasts
As onto clouds of desire
Form and abstract
Into the true fine art of life!
What are you waiting for?
Tocks in the tender night?
I turn my chair around
I turn my chair around
Now.