Strawberry Fields For Never

Booklet: https://tinyurl.com/27fdnj2c — Soft-focus lips Champagne on ice One little bite Filmed once Then twice A velvet stare A lipstick grin It’s only fruit Cue the violins Three minutes later Red on the sheet A little green stem Under your feet One barefoot step One sticky squeak How romantic Strawberry fields For never Red little fraud Dressed in velvet One slow bite One perfect pose Now change the sheets And mind your toes Those tiny specks Upon its skin? Each one’s a fruit With a seed within That juicy red? A swollen flower base Say „receptacle“ And watch his face Achene Achene Darling Would you like some swollen receptacle? With nutlets? Actually He prefers tap water Can’t blame him Strawberry fields For never Not a berry Not that clever How romantic How botanical And somewhere in a ministry They found another way To put a price on pleasure And make the lovers pay A strawberry for breakfast? Just seven percent But eat it looking sexy That’s a taxable event Nineteen for the pleasure Twelve for looking pleased Thirty-one in total God, we’re easily fleeced So keep your face expressionless Your lipstick out of sight Don’t let them catch you smiling When you take that little bite They’ll tax the way you eat it They’ll tax the way you blush And if you close your eyes They’ll charge you for the hush Give me a pear No camera crew No scented sheets No tax review No one whispers „Bite it again.“ A pear is food That’s where it ends Simple Isn’t it? Strawberry fields For never Not a berry Not that clever All that blush All that heat A tax receipt And a ruined sheet All that fuss For a piece of fruit Strawberry fields For never Strawberry fields Whatever