STRAWBERRY CAKE
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In New York city just walking the street
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Ran out of money had nothing to eat
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I stopped at the Plaza, that fancy hotel
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Where you can check in if you're well to do well...
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The first of July and a hundred and four
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I stopped at the Plaza's front revolving door
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I stepped in the door and went around for a ride
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Treatin' myself to the cool air inside
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Then I found myself in a chandeliered room
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Where people were dining and I hid in the gloom
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My hunger pains hurt 'til I thought I would break
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When a waiter brought out a big strawberry cake
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Oh that strawberry cake Oh that strawberry cake
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Out in California them berries were grown
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And into this city them berries were flown
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For making that strawberry cake

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Then I thought of Oxnard, just north of LA
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Where I picked strawberries for many a day
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Hard work with no future for the harvest was done
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And I headed eastward a-travelin' by thumb
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And nobody wanted me here in this town
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I felt like a stray dog they all kick around
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Them berries reminded me of my bad breaks
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I'm hungry and I want that strawberry cake
CHORUS:
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I deserve that strawberry cake
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Deserve that strawberry cake
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I ran and I grabbed it then out the side door
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Into Central Park through the bushes I tore
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Holdin' my strawberry cake
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I look back behind me and what do I see

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The chef and headwaiter and the maitre d
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I had a nice helpin' of cake as I ran
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I gobble them berries as fast as I can
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They're closin' the gap as I slowed down to eat
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But the cake brought a new surge of power to my feet
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I hid in the bush when the lead I did take
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And I quietly finished my strawberry cake
CHORUS:
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I ate all that strawberry cake
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That fine fancy strawberry cake
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Someone at the plaza is without dessert
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But for the first time in days now my belly don't hurt
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I'm full of strawberry cake