They were sitting
They were talking
In the strawberry swing
Everybody was for fighting
Wouldn't wanna waste a thing
I remember
We were walking up
To strawberry swing
I can't wait 'til the morning
Wouldn't wanna change a thing
Now the sky could be blue
I don't mind
Without you
It's a waste of time
geniales las imágenes Roy :D un besote amigo!
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