Streetlights flicker on
As they take on the sun
Like counterfeit stars watch them come
Watch them come

The pacified hate's full-speed away
A company in the arms of a decorative grave
No tears, no fears
You'll always remain here

The power out there seems to keep you in
Lost your blood to adrenaline
The flesh is weak and the dream is within

And in the plastic room
Seven little honey girls sitting in a row
Pratise for the imperial pillow

Like sweet little strawberries eaten
From a bowl hot, lipstick red
In a candy store sold
And in the bed I stared do you hear destiny?
Girl, animal scream

Nightmarey shade, strawberry tile
Drinking for hours alone
Kill memory, watch it die
Pornographic, dead, fucking ripped and bloody
Shredded steaming mess

Kill the memories, watch them die
Lullaby, your mother's once son
Yours is the kind 's born to die young

And on the boulevard
Seven little honey girls sitting in a row
Manicled to the imperial pillow

And if I came up there to Strawberry Street
It said that I held the key
Would you do as I told you?
Would you give it up to me, automatically?

Strawberry, strawberrywhat you gonna
Do for me?
Strawberry, strawberrywhat you gonna
Do for me?
Strawberry, strawberrywhat you gonna
Do for me?
Strawberry, strawberrywhat you gonna
Do for me?
Strawberry, strawberrywhat you gonna
Do for me?
Strawberry, strawberrywhat you gonna
Do for me?

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Jeffery Buckley