Miss Strange is not sweet
just loony loony and freaky.

She dreams of groovy love,
she deals with lousy love.

She meets him,
and ever tells him :

Excuse me Mister,
I love me in your eyes,
Everything is pretty good
When I plunge mine in yours.

Can I catch your hand
The place seems to be free
I would like to park my hand.
I just think you don't need it.

Always crazy
Casualness sticks in her lips
Cute chick with cranberry kisses
Who catches yours lips.

Crazy of everyone
Creator of spleen love
Hood of sweet hearts.

Chatty crazy
With fleeting I-love-yous
Who run away
After a yawn.

Excuse-me Mister
How do you love me?
Five, our love is just wild,
Six, our love is just sick.

You are drooping,
Hands disconnecting
And your love is flying.

Please Miss please
You foul all
Fall in love truly
and stop making muddy love.

Love is tidy
And your lips dirty.

Fall in love truly
Fall in love truly.