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Lyrics for 'Wontcha Come Be My Friend' by 'Roger Miller'
I Live In The Midst Of A Strawberry Field
I Pick The Strawberries And Hand Some To You
And If The Fruit Doesn't Suit You I'll Hand You Some Flowers
A Strawberry Field Is A Rose Garden Too
And I Love It, Every Day Of My Life
I Love My Children And I'm True To My Wife
And I Love You, Won'tcha Come Be My Friend
You May Never Get Another Chance To Be Insane Again
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I'm Rich So I'm Able To Do As I Choose
So I Cut Paper Dolls Out Of Yesterday's News
I Shop At The Market, I Dine At The Grand
My Uncle Plays Drums In A Twenty piece Band
And I Love It, Every Day Of My Life
I Love My Children And I'm True To My Wife
And I Love You, Won'tcha Come Be My Friend
You May Never Get Another Chance To Be Insane Again
Na-na-na¡¡¡.
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