Strawberry juice You have no time when you get on the loose I certify your official excuse for the booze Your alibis – ironclad and watertight They guarantee your exceptional right overnight
And you end up in the weirdest place Greeting the dawn with random gays They try to sound like a fall from grace But in your face
Sally, you gotta breathe out and live for the moment ‘Cause you were born in the year of the rabbit There was a moderate drought and the radio shouted “You gotta fight for your right”
Strawberry juice You have no time when you get on the loose I certify your official excuse for the booze
And oh my God What an owner of a lonely heart He wants your fresh meat to restart But even not trying hard
And you end up in the weirdest place Greeting the dawn with random gays They try to sound like a fall from grace But in your face
Sally, you gotta breathe out and live for the moment ‘Cause you were born in the year of the rabbit There was a moderate drought and the radio shouted “You gotta fight for your right”
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