Cherry Cherry

Cherry, Cherry, why you so contrary?
You left me on the side of the road like old sherry
You sure you don't want to move to a farm and get married?
Have a couple of kids and get buried
Right next to me in an old pine box dressed in Burberry

Cherry, Cherry, you feel so temporary
Tastes like sugar but cums from missionary
And all the kids said that, aye, she fuckin' carried
Save my two coins for the man on the ferry
I met a burning bush, but it felt so arbitrary
When I compared it to the way that you popped my capillaries

I know it's scary to leave
But it's harder to stay
Got a lot on your plate
Have you eaten today?

Are your blonds turning grey?
Are you losing some weight?
Will you meet me after the clubs close at the café?
There's some truth in decay
And if I'm being honest, I like the way

Cherry, Cherry, always contemporary
Last few men that tried wound up in the cemetery
Always dressed in the finest threads and confectioneries
They ask me how she got it, but I think it's hereditary, oh, oh