I was working part time in a five and dime.
My boss was Mr. McGee.
He told me several times that he didn't like my kind
because I was a bit too leisurely.
It
seemed that I was busy doing something
close to nothing but different than the day
before.
That's when I saw her.
I saw her.
She walked in through the outdoor, outdoor.
She wore a raspberry beret.
The kind you'd find in a second hand store.
Raspberry beret.
If
it was warm, she wouldn't wear much more.
Raspberry beret.
I think I love her.
Built
like she was.
She had the nerve to ask me if I planned to do her any harm.
So look at
her.
I put her on the back of my bike and we
went riding down by old Matt Johnson's
farm.
I said, now over past days, never turn me on.
There's something about the clouds in her midst.
She
wasn't too bright.
But I could tell when she kissed me,
she knew how to get a kiss.
She wore a raspberry beret.
The kind you'd find in a second hand store.
Raspberry beret.
If it was warm, she wouldn't wear much more.
Raspberry beret.
I think I love her.
The rain sounds so cool when it hits the bottom.
The horses wonder who you are.
Thunder down, down for the lightning speed.
You feel like a moving star.
This ain't the first time I've made the greatest.
But I'll tell you,
if I had the chance to do it all again,
I wouldn't change a stroke.
Cause baby,
I'm the most,
the girl is fine as she was then.
No, a
raspberry beret.
The kind you'd find in a second hand store.
Raspberry beret.
Raspberry beret.
Raspberry beret.
Raspberry beret.
What?