Wild Strawberries The Way It Goes
Cali said she saw you walking with a rose in your hand Cali said you weren't walking alone You're about as pretty as the picture of the flowers You drew on my chemistry notes Boy I really loved you oh well That's the way it goes Cali said she saw you lying with a hole in your head Cali said you weren't lying no no you weren't lying alone You're about as pretty as the picture of the flowers I drew on your suicide note Boy I really loved you oh well That's the way it goes Everyone's dying to meet you Everyone's dying to know Mama said you could be my antidote, well You're about as pretty as the picture of the flowers They drew on your pale headstone God I really loved you oh well That's the way it goes
