Lyrics
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
