Tastes like strawberries. On a summer evening. And it sounds like just like a song. I want more berries. And that summer feeling.

I lie for you, baby. I die for you, baby. Cry for you, baby. But tell me what you've done for me. For you, baby. And only you, baby. The things I do, baby. But tell me what you've done for me.

Hey boyy, let me see your nail :))