Won`tcha Come Be My Friend — текст песни (Roger Miller)

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

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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

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