Still Nature

You'll come to lay with me, you'll wear a black dress painted with srawberries And a black top hat decorated with strawberris And you'll hold a basket of strawberries And you'll sell me strawberries You'll say in a high, sweet voide Strawberries Strawberries Who wants strawberries Strawberries Who wants strawberries Don't wear anything underneath that dress Later Strings will pick you up Invisible or visible And they will lower you down On My Cock Yonah Volach