Testo Won´tcha Come Be My Friend

I live in the midst of a strawberry field I pick the strawberries and hand some to you And if the fruit doesn’t suit you I’ll hand you some flowers A strawberry field is a rose garden too And I love it, every day of my life I love my children and I’m true to my wife And I love you, won’tcha come be my friend You may never get another chance to be insane again Na-na-na………. I’m rich so I’m able to do as I choose So I cut paper dolls out of yesterday’s news I shop at the market, I dine at the grand My uncle plays drums in a twenty piece band And I love it, every day of my life I love my children and I’m true to my wife And I love you, won’tcha come be my friend You may never get another chance to be insane again Na-na-na……….