Won'tcha Come Be My Friend

I live in the midst of a strawberry field

I pick the strawberries and hand some to you

And if the fruit doesn't suit you i'll hand you some flowers

A strawberry field is a rose garden too



And i love it, every day of my life

I love my children and i'm true to my wife

And i love you, won'tcha come be my friend

You may never get another chance to be insane again



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