Wild Strawberries I Don't Want To Think About It
Meet me in a doorway I'll be painting pictures of gates You were so crazy I was so chaste I don't know what happened to me I don't know I don't want to think about it I don't want to think about it You rendered me conscious You cut my innocent face I'm not really bitter Then again I'm not amused I just want to kick you till you cry I loved I really loved you Meet me in a doorway I'll be wearing Middleton's lace It's as sterile as chess Nobody'd guess You were touching me between the love of God and sister mercy
