Strawberry Testo

I keep having this dream of a girl chasing me, trying to catch me and bring me home. And I'm running like I wanna be caught and I trip and I wake up running sideways alone. But sometimes you stumble on a strawberry when you're running through a cabbage patch. She's skinny on the outside and uglier within; I'm afraid we might be a perfect match. Now I'm blushing in three shades and none of them are red. I'm exhausted and weightless. I'm in love and I hate it, 'cause I'm stuck here with you. I'm in love and I hate it