And the may sun shone down on california.
And the strawberries grew fat and full
And thick and red and as big as your fist
And the traffic on riverside drive was thin
But by no means non-existant.

When i saw you against the soda machine.
I saw you leaning there.

And your hand in the basket
Was nimble-fingered, and red finger-nailed
And it made me remember the sunflower that popped-up outside my window one
Morning in norwalk
It was bright yellow and it was real inviting
And i almost forgot that it was an intruder

And i saw you against the soda machine.
I saw you leaning there.

I saw you against the soda machine.
I saw you leaning there.