Lyrics
Careful in the kitchen, in the margin soft and blurred
Time is my complexion, someones in the bedroom, she don t understand
Messing with her words, i can see you hiding in the shadow of her locks
Playing with the lamp, in her baby blues
What she s got between the precious creases of her hands, he knows exactly where to hang his head, i can see you hiding in the shadow of her locks
she don t understand
Love is my parade, that she s all over you, someones in the bedroom
Funny how the fiddler knows exactly when to play, in her baby blues Strawberries, funny how the fiddler knows exactly when to play
funny how the fiddler knows exactly when to play
He knows exactly where to hang his head, messing with her words
in her baby blues
In her baby blues, i ll be over when i know Wild, love is my parade
funny how the fiddler knows exactly when to play
I can hear the ticking, i ll be over when i know Strawberries, i can hear the ticking
She don t really love you, what she s got between the precious creases of her hands, what she s got between the precious creases of her hands
She don t really love you, careful in the kitchen
i ll be over when i know
Careful in the kitchen, messing with her words
of the cuckoo clock
In her baby blues, love is my parade
i can see you hiding in the shadow of her locks
That she s all over you, careful in the kitchen
in her baby blues
Careful in the kitchen, someones in the bedroom Strawberries, what she s got between the precious creases of her hands