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CHERRY CHERRY
my baby loves me
yeah yeah she does
my baby loves me
yeah yeah she does
she got the way to move me
cherry
she got the way to groove
me
she got the way to move me
cherry
she got the way to groove
me
girl
i don’t wanna find
i’m a little bit blue
you’re a little bit
white
and i said girl
i’m a little bit blue
and it’s a little bit
me
it’s a little bit you
my baby loves me
yeah yeah she does
my baby loves me
yeah yeah she does
she got the way to move me
cherry
she got the way to groove
me
she got the way to move me
cherry
she got the way to groove
me
girl
i don’t wanna find
i’m a little bit blue
you’re a little bit
white
and i said girl
i’m a little bit blue
and it’s a little bit
me
it’s a little bit you
she got the way to move me
cherry
she got the way to groove
me
she got the way to move me
cherry
she got the way to groove
me
girl
i don’t wanna find
i’m a little bit blue
you’re a little bit
white
and i said girl
i’m a little bit blue
and it’s a little bit
me
it’s a little bit you
i got a girl she looks so
good
she got red lips
i got a girl she looks so
good
she got red lips
she got red lips
(red red lips)
she got red lips
(red red lips)
she got red lips
(red red lips)
she got red lips
(red red lips)
REPEAT AND
FADE
sittin’ down is a real white-knuckle
ride
late nights and an early
sunrise
i’ll tear the phone out the wall if you
don’t call me
stop work and the cars all follow
me
i cuddle up with the fear and the
tv
i’ll tear the phone out the wall if you
don’t call me
another lonely giant on the
roundabout
you should take the bus
home
watch him scream and shout
scream and shout
where were you at the time of the
robbery?
sitting home with a sick
discovery
so strange that i’ve changed in the time
that you’ve known me
kiss this it’s the pain and the
pressure
kiss that it’s a hopeless
gesture
so strange that i’ve changed in the time
that you’ve known me
another lonely giant on the
roundabout
you should take the bus
home
watch him scream and shout
scream and shout
if i die they’ll send my
body
direct mail to you
i might not fit in your bag
but
i’ll belong to you
i’ll belong to you
sittin’ down is a real white-knuckle
ride
late nights and an early
sunrise
i’ll tear the phone out the wall if you
don’t call me
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