To my little strawberry
Mr.sandman, where you at?
I need one thing, it's off my bag
You know he left you, he left me too
I went in my house, see you in the floor
I go to the shelf, the rats on the roof, the wick by my side, and I will be tough
We can get through all, side by sides
We can hang together, through the night
You are the man bro, you really are
If I have some money, I will buy you a car
But now the ride bikes, tata on my lips
When we get older, we’ll talk about wives
Never better the moment, when I wake
Pretty smile on my face, that's true
But I will be fancy, I list a plan
and when the night comes, we have to go sand
Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung
Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over