Cherries

The girl with the silver on her face

Want to take her home

Meet mom and dad

Hard to tell

'bout a girl like this

She might smile or she might spit on them yeah

I want to scrub her face

And take her in my car

She plays with the radio

And it drives me mad

Smells like cherries

And you know it makes me hot

Talks about them as we drive away yeah

Cherries