Strawberries Are Sweet ( Scottish folk-rock tavern flirt song )

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[Intro – spoken, crowd chuckles]
This one walked in for a quiet wee drink…
then saw you—
an’ forgot his own name.

[Verse 1]
You came in smilin’, bold as spring,
red lips like jam, hear the fiddles sing.
I said “Aye lass, what’s your treat?”
You winked, “Come close… strawberries are sweet.”
Your laugh hit hard like a drum on wood,
my brave talk vanished—wish it stayed, it should.

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, the room goes warm, the lamps burn bright,
my manners trip, but my heart feels right.

[Chorus – big singalong]
Strawberries are sweet, aye, sweeter when you tease,
dancin’ near my trouble, bringin’ grown men to their knees.
One taste of your grin, I forget the street,
come steal my breath, lass—strawberries are sweet.

[Verse 2]
We danced so close the floorboards sighed,
your hand on my collar, mine at your side.
You spun me round like I was new,
then leaned in slow—aye, wicked you.
I tried to be cool, I tried to be neat,
then you whispered, “Careful… I bite like fruit.”

[Pre-Chorus]
The barman cheers, the whole pub knows,
you’ve got me caught where the wild wind blows.

[Chorus]
Strawberries are sweet, aye, sweeter when you tease,
dancin’ near my trouble, bringin’ grown men to their knees.
One taste of your grin, I forget the street,
come steal my breath, lass—strawberries are sweet.

[Bridge – half-time, playful call-and-response]
I said, “Lass, you’ll be my doom.”
You said, “Aye—make room.”
I said, “My pride’s still in my seat.”
You said, “Then fetch it… if you can keep the beat.”
We laughed so loud the rafters shook,
then you tugged my sleeve like a fishing hook.

[Verse 3]
Outside the night was crisp and clear,
your perfume like summer, pullin’ me near.
You fixed my collar, slow and neat,
said, “No rush, love… good things repeat.”
I offered my coat, you stole my heat,
then kissed my cheek—aye, criminally sweet.

[Final Chorus – louder, faster, extra harmony]
Strawberries are sweet, aye, sweeter when you tease,
dancin’ near my trouble, bringin’ grown men to their knees.
One taste of your grin, I forget the street,
come steal my breath, lass—strawberries are sweet.
Raise your glass, stomp your feet—
to stolen kisses… and strawberry heat!

[Outro – spoken, fading fiddle]
This one learned a lesson in the Highlands tonight…
never trust a smile that tastes like strawberries.

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[Intro – spoken, crowd chuckles] This one walked in for a quiet wee drink… then saw you— an’ forgot his own name. [Verse 1] You came in smilin’, bold as spring, red lips like jam, hear the fiddles sing. I said “Aye lass, what’s your treat?” You winked, “Come close… strawberries are sweet.” Your laugh hit hard like a drum on wood, my brave talk vanished—wish it stayed, it should. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the room goes warm, the lamps burn bright, my manners trip, but my heart feels right. [Chorus – big singalong] Strawberries are sweet, aye, sweeter when you tease, dancin’ near my trouble, bringin’ grown men to their knees. One taste of your grin, I forget the street, come steal my breath, lass—strawberries are sweet. [Verse 2] We danced so close the floorboards sighed, your hand on my collar, mine at your side. You spun me round like I was new, then leaned in slow—aye, wicked you. I tried to be cool, I tried to be neat, then you whispered, “Careful… I bite like fruit.” [Pre-Chorus] The barman cheers, the whole pub knows, you’ve got me caught where the wild wind blows. [Chorus] Strawberries are sweet, aye, sweeter when you tease, dancin’ near my trouble, bringin’ grown men to their knees. One taste of your grin, I forget the street, come steal my breath, lass—strawberries are sweet. [Bridge – half-time, playful call-and-response] I said, “Lass, you’ll be my doom.” You said, “Aye—make room.” I said, “My pride’s still in my seat.” You said, “Then fetch it… if you can keep the beat.” We laughed so loud the rafters shook, then you tugged my sleeve like a fishing hook. [Verse 3] Outside the night was crisp and clear, your perfume like summer, pullin’ me near. You fixed my collar, slow and neat, said, “No rush, love… good things repeat.” I offered my coat, you stole my heat, then kissed my cheek—aye, criminally sweet. [Final Chorus – louder, faster, extra harmony] Strawberries are sweet, aye, sweeter when you tease, dancin’ near my trouble, bringin’ grown men to their knees. One taste of your grin, I forget the street, come steal my breath, lass—strawberries are sweet. Raise your glass, stomp your feet— to stolen kisses… and strawberry heat! [Outro – spoken, fading fiddle] This one learned a lesson in the Highlands tonight… never trust a smile that tastes like strawberries.

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