Testo di Strawberry

Ten, Ten years, Ten years to young to die To many times I tried to talk You still don't understand To many times you tried to say I`m not your kind of man Still it's time for me to come I really want to know Is it time for me to come Or time for me to go Sunday morning got to settle down Got to get my feet back on the ground Ten, ten years, Ten years to young to die Ten, nine, eight, a-seven, six To many times you tried to talk, I still don't understand To many times you tried to say I`m not your kind of man Still it's time for me to come I really want to know Is it time for me to stay Or time for me to go Someday, Monday got to settle down Got to get my feet back on the ground Thursday, Friday, got nothing to show Got to be this punk I just don't know Someday, Monday got to settle down Got to get my feet back on the ground Wensday, Thursday, got nothing to show Why don't you tell me something I don't know