Letras de Canciones de Wild Strawberries
Careful

Careful in the kitchen
Says the man in red
He knows exactly where to hang his head
Someones in the bedroom
Playing with the lamp
Love is like her hair
beneath the curtain soiled
and damp
Isn't she so beautiful
In her baby blues
I'll be over when I know
That she's all over you
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I can hear the ticking
Of the cuckoo clock
I can see you hiding in the
shadow of her locks
She don't really love you
She don't understand
What she's got between
the precious creases of
her hands
Life becomes the poet
Messing with her words
In the margin soft and blurred
Time is my complexion
Love is my parade
Funny how the fiddler knows
exactly when to play