Strawberry (stripped) Songtext
von Ally Evenson
Strawberry (stripped) Songtext
Someday we can talk again
I miss being friends
I still look for you through your sister on the internet
April smells like cinnamon leather on my tongue
Car pool lane with you sitting side seat
I miss when you loved me
And you wanted my body
And you never cried
God, I′m so sorry
I fucked it up and you let me
So I'll watch your life make a movie
What′s done is done, I'll leave you be
Knowing you're out there is such a tease
I′m on a serious mean streak
Come tie me down in the backseat
Tell me I′m sweeter than candy
But I fucked it up and you let me
La-da, la-da, la-da-da, la-da, la-da
Pink hair, you're my strawberry
I miss when we kissed
Underneath your French linen luxury
Breathing into you
And you wanted my body
And I never gave it, I′m so sorry
I fucked it up and you let me
So I'll watch your life make a movie
What′s done is done, I'll leave you be
Knowing you′re out there is such a tease
I'm on a serious mean streak
Come tie me down in the backseat
Tell me I'm sweeter than candy
But I fucked it up and you let me
Are you listening?
I′m dying to tell you a joke
I am the puzzle, you are the piece
And I can′t find you anymore
Are you there, God?
It's me, but I don′t even know you
I lost the plot, can I get it back?
Can I get it back? Can I get it back?
La-da (La-da), la-da (La-da), la-da-da (La-da-da), la-da, la-da
La-da (La-da), la-da (La-da), la-da-da (La-da-da), la-da, la-da
La-da (La-da), la-da (La-da), la-da-da
La-da-da), la-da, la-da, la-da, la-da, ah
I miss being friends
I still look for you through your sister on the internet
April smells like cinnamon leather on my tongue
Car pool lane with you sitting side seat
I miss when you loved me
And you wanted my body
And you never cried
God, I′m so sorry
I fucked it up and you let me
So I'll watch your life make a movie
What′s done is done, I'll leave you be
Knowing you're out there is such a tease
I′m on a serious mean streak
Come tie me down in the backseat
Tell me I′m sweeter than candy
But I fucked it up and you let me
La-da, la-da, la-da-da, la-da, la-da
Pink hair, you're my strawberry
I miss when we kissed
Underneath your French linen luxury
Breathing into you
And you wanted my body
And I never gave it, I′m so sorry
I fucked it up and you let me
So I'll watch your life make a movie
What′s done is done, I'll leave you be
Knowing you′re out there is such a tease
I'm on a serious mean streak
Come tie me down in the backseat
Tell me I'm sweeter than candy
But I fucked it up and you let me
Are you listening?
I′m dying to tell you a joke
I am the puzzle, you are the piece
And I can′t find you anymore
Are you there, God?
It's me, but I don′t even know you
I lost the plot, can I get it back?
Can I get it back? Can I get it back?
La-da (La-da), la-da (La-da), la-da-da (La-da-da), la-da, la-da
La-da (La-da), la-da (La-da), la-da-da (La-da-da), la-da, la-da
La-da (La-da), la-da (La-da), la-da-da
La-da-da), la-da, la-da, la-da, la-da, ah
Writer(s): Alexandra Gabrielle Evenson, Lindsey Nicole Sweat, Nigel Van Hemmye Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
