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