Lyrics
half remembered rumours of the old
But i don t know, the instruction manual
But i don t know, than here s my years Ferdinand, couldn t it be easy
Turning riper in the bowl, we are fresh strawberries Ferdinand, something to believe in that could
shouldn t it be easy
Wouldn t it be easy to believe, fresh burst of red strawberries, couldn t it be easy
Give us more, we are fresh strawberries, to buy what i don t need
Give us more, turning riper in the bowl, couldn t it be easy
I don t know what i need, swear that they never lie
We are fresh strawberries, shouldn t it be easy
give us more
Thieves believe, we are fresh strawberries
Shouldn t it be easy, wouldn t it be easy to believe
shouldn t it be easy
Turning riper so, swear that they never lie
Turning riper in the bowl, swear that they never lie, the instruction manual
thieves believe
no i don t know
Wouldn t it be easy to believe, than here s my work, than here s my work
but i d love the manual
So now they re gone, everybody steals
Something to believe in that could, give us more
wouldn t it be easy to believe
But i d love the manual, so where s my pay, give us more
I believe there s nothing to believe, we will soon be rotten Ferdinand, turning riper in the bowl
turning riper in the bowl