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2009-07-21

High C Cherrie

She's one of those Sunday afternoon walkers Who searches down the rich d**k So here comes, speak this way, baby Ain't no tongue, some kinda a trick So shake that kick, ooh, shake that kick Shavin' your underarms I got my eyes on your [Incomprehensible] If I could just get your hands on my balls Hello High C Cherrie Would you bring it on over here I got a big jet black Cadillac Parked out back in the rear I'd give you twenty-five heathens To serve you a six pack of Rollin' Thunder Beer Say ain't that enough, Cherrie To stick it in you My, my, the girl with rolls That's the way talk (High C) You must admit you're heaven sent For big boys [Incomprehensible] Hey I'm on the corner taken [Incomprehensible] Hey baby, I can hold my own (Cherrie) Meet me on C Street, baby Hey, little girl, you want an ice cream cone Hello, High C Cherrie Shake that trash over here I got a big jet black Cadillac It's parked out back in the rear I'd give you twenty-five heathens To serve you a six pack of Rollin' Thunder Beer Say ain't that enough, Cherrie To stick it in you Hey, baby, are you with escort Are you really on your way home (Cherrie) Would you make it with a poor schoolboy Would you let this dog throw you his bone I don't mean to be pushy But I know I'd shove you down on the ground (Hell ya) How can a sane man Adjust to havin' you around Hello, High C Cherrie Shake that trash over here I got a big jet black Cadillac It's parked out back in the rear I'd give you twenty-five heathens To serve you a six pack of Rollin' Thunder Beer Say ain't that enough, Cherrie To stick it in you Hello, High C Cherrie Would you bring it on over here I got a big jet black Cadillac Crashed out back in the rear I'll give you twenty-five heathens To serve you a six pack of Rollin' Thunder Beer Say ain't that enough, Cherrie Hey, is that enough, Cherrie Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Cherrie