I've been inside this fruit when juices flow. But the taste is just a memory you hold. There is no real decay, no feeling of the skin. No juice. . Strange fruit, strange fruit, strange fruit.
Old style in it seems they've brought you everything. There's an old style in of days when we were all thirteen. Yeah these pictures of love are a testament of the memories.
You're not real. You're reeling. . You're not seen. You're steeling. . You're not strong. You're feeling. . You're not sweet. You're saccharine. You're saccharine.