Strawberry juice
You have no time when you get on the loose
I certify your official excuse for the booze
Your alibis – ironclad and watertight
They guarantee your exceptional right overnight
And you end up in the weirdest place
Greeting the dawn with random gays
They try to sound like a fall from grace
But in your face
Sally, you gotta breathe out and live for the moment
‘Cause you were born in the year of the rabbit
There was a moderate drought and the radio shouted
You gotta fight for your right
Strawberry juice
You have no time when you get on the loose
I certify your official excuse for the booze
And oh my God
What an owner of a lonely heart
He wants your fresh meat to restart
But even not trying hard
And you end up in the weirdest place
Greeting the dawn with random gays
They try to sound like a fall from grace
But in your face
Sally, you gotta breathe out and live for the moment
‘Cause you were born in the year of the rabbit
There was a moderate drought and the radio shouted
You gotta fight for your right
On the telephone, hold on, come on, come on
On the telephone, hold on, come on, come on
On the telephone, hold on, come on, come on
On the telephone, hold on, come on, come on

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