Let me be your Yoko Ono, Lennon

Some people say you’re crazy,
But I can’t stay away from you.
I like the way you taught me,
That’s the only thing I hear from you.

You take me to Strawberry fields,
And pick the sweetest for me.
As we walk the Strawberry Hill,
You lay your eyes on me.

From scale one to ten,
You’re an eleven, Lennon.
Keep me on counting,
And let me be your Yoko Ono.