Cherries Lyrics - Brendan Benson

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