He gave her good strawberries
He gave her strawberries with lemon, Simone
Now he has without any problems
Stolen my girlfriend from me, drunken
With a lipstick on her lips
With the lips that taste of wine, divine
The flavor of these evenings
That end
Because the strawberries are good
I don't have the courage to scream, being late,
I go to pick her up from her house
I honk my horn, but she doesn't arrive, the diva
All right, I take a decision
I go up the stairs, until the door which is open
I knock loudly, then I enter quietly and she...
And she, and she is there dying, my God
My God, I don't know what to do
I call the lift
But it never responds
And the strawberries, she knows, with lemon, she knows it,
They hurt, hurt, hurt without love
But as stupid as she is, she is more stubborn than me
More than me...
It takes good strawberries
It takes more ripe strawberries
I understand that she is dying
She is dying or she is moribond, the blond
Now I swear that for love
And when I swear I'm honest, really
Now here's my revenge
I sell strawberries to those who
Are waiting for them
And she, and she is there dying, I hate
I hate, I don't know what to do
I call the lift
But it never responds
And the strawberries, she knows, with lemon, she knows it,
They hurt, hurt, hurt without love
But as stupid as she is, she is more stubborn than me
More than me...