[Intro – sung, quick, crowd claps] One pint, one grin, one step too near— och aye… the strawberries are still here. [Verse 1] You walk in glowin’ like candlefire, hair loose wild, a wee bit higher. Your eyes catch mine, that daring spark, turns every “maybe” into “mark.” Your perfume hits like summer rain, I forget my plans, I lose my name. I try to speak, I try to play neat, you just smile—strawberries sooooo sweet. [Pre-Chorus] The fiddle laughs, the pipes breathe low, my courage stumbles, then starts to go. [Chorus – BIG singalong] Strawberries are sweet, aye, sweeter when you smile, lips like a promise, holdin’ me a while. Hands on my collar, waist so close to me, heart goin’ loud like a pub-side sea. One look, one laugh, I’m done, I’m beat— come steal my breath, lass—strawberries are sweet. [Verse 2] You pull me in where the lanterns glow, say “Watch my hips, lad—keep up, go!” Your laugh is trouble, warm and bright, your voice turns wrong turns into right. You tilt your chin, show throat and grace, I lose my balance just watchin’ your face. I reach for bold, I land on shy, you kiss my cheek, then wink “Try.” [Pre-Chorus] Bodhrán thumps, the floorboards shake, I swear the night won’t let us break. [Chorus] Strawberries are sweet, aye, sweeter when you smile, lips like a promise, holdin’ me a while. Hands on my collar, waist so close to me, heart goin’ loud like a pub-side sea. One look, one laugh, I’m done, I’m beat— come steal my breath, lass—strawberries are sweet. [Instrumental Break – 16 bars, NO VOCALS] (Fiddle lead → tin whistle answer → bagpipes swell → full band stomp, crowd claps on 2 & 4) [Verse 3] Outside the door the air turns crisp, your fingers trace my jaw, slow, brisk. You fix my coat, then steal my heat, close enough my thoughts retreat. You lean in soft, then pull away, say “Earn that kiss, lad—learn the way,” I grin like luck, I find my feet, step back in time—strawberries sweet. [Bridge – playful call & response] I say “One dance!” (you say) “Two!” I say “One kiss!” (you say) “Prove!” I say “Be kind!” (you say) “To who?” Then you laugh—aye—straight through. [Final Chorus – biggest, extra harmony] Strawberries are sweet, aye, sweeter when you smile, lips like a promise, keepin’ me a while. Hands on my collar, waist so close to me, eyes say “danger,” heart says “please.” No shame, all shine, joy on repeat— come steal my breath, lass—strawberries are sweet. [Outro – sung, fading fiddle] One pint, one grin, one tartan kiss— sweet trouble… tastes like this.
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