Sweet

I’m not a nice girl. I’ll fill a pot with honey just to see what I can catch. Yeah, the drama unfurls. I can get real possessive if I think that we’re a match, and you’re the kind of guy everyone likes. I stopped being jealous cause you said you’re mine. No, I’m not a nice girl, but with you, I’m sweet—a perfectly ripe strawberry in the summer. I’m sweet—everything you could want in a lover. I’ll hold you close and squeeze you tight, and I’ll haunt all of your dreams at night. You’ll see. Baby, I can be sweet. Diamonds and pearls: reflective, luminescent as they hit the ground and scatter. I was a good girl, till I had my heart broken, but what does that even matter? You’re the kind of person I’d like to be. I could like myself if you’d just love me. Yeah, I’m just a sad girl, but with you, I’m sweet—a perfectly ripe strawberry in the summer. I’m sweet—once you pick me, you won’t eat another. I’ll love you so hard you’ll start forgetting all the things you knew before you met me. You’ll see. Baby, I can be… Oh, I’m so sweet. I can drown out all the bitterness and the tragedy of this fickle world we’re living in, and, babe, we could be the next Romeo and Juliet if you stay with me. It’s our destiny. Sweet—perfectly ripe strawberry… Sweet—I think we should just get married. And if you ever leave me, you’ll regret it, cause I hold a grudge, and I won’t forget it, baby. Oh yeah, I can be sweet—a perfectly ripe strawberry in the summer. I’m sweet—gonna become best friends with your Mother! I’ll smother you in love and kisses till you give up all your dreams and wishes. You’ll see. Baby, I can be sweet—a perfectly ripe strawberry in the summer. I’m sweet—everything you could want in a lover. I’ll hold you close and squeeze you tight, and I’ll haunt all of your dreams at night. You’ll see. Baby, I can be sweet.