| Love is fast like fingers flying
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| Love is soft like years of crying
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| While the spices interlace
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| Love' s got a fresh strawberry taste
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| And when the peddler cries strawberries
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| That' s when my heart replies, strawberries
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| Love tastes like strawberries
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| Met my love in the market place
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| My heart stopped when I saw his face
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| The very man said won' t you try this
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| We looked, we bought, we stole a kiss
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| The berries are gone and spring has pass
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| But I know my love will always last
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| For rain has gone with a sudden haste
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| Love' s got a fresh strawberry taste
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| Ai — ai — ai — ai — ai… |