(Benson/Falkner)



The girl with the silver on her thing

Wanna take her home, meet mom and dad

It's hard to tell 'bout a girl like this

She might smile or she might spit on them

I wanna 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 high

We talk about them as we drive away

Cherries

(Smells like cherries)