Brendan Benson - Cherries Lyrics
(Benson/Falkner)The girl with the silver on her thingWanna take her home, meet mom and dadIt's hard to tell 'bout a girl like thisShe might smile or she might spit on themI wanna scrub her face and take her in my carShe plays with the radio and it drives me madSmells like cherries, and you know it makes me highWe talk about them as we drive awayCherries(Smells like cherries)(Smells like cherries and you know it makes me high)