| This might not sound right, but I love it when we fight
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| You give me those eyes, lights fire down my spine
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| You say, «It's on sight»
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| That’s fine 'cause I would die for you
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| Darling, I would die for you, you
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| I don’t wanna give you up, uh
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| I will never let you down, down
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| I just wanna fill your cup
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| No stress, girl, I got this round, round
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| Nothing but the two of us
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| Together when we make the sound, sound
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| You’re the smoke in my gun, blowing like cherry bombs
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| You’re the jam on my scone, the sweetness stuck on my tongue
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| You can say what you want, baby, string me along
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| (Hey-hey, you could be the one, I want my cherry bomb)
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| Cherry bomb, bomb, bomb, oh-oh, oh, oh
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| Bomb-bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb
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| Cherry bomb, bomb, bomb, oh-oh, oh, oh
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| Bomb-bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb
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| Yeah
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| If this ain’t love, I don’t know what is
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| If it ain’t you, I don’t want no shit
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| Cinderella shoe, I’ma make it fit
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| I’m a charming man but I ain’t no Smith
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| But I got Weston right by my hip, I’m a rider
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| Bad B straight from the Niz, I’m beside her, hmm
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| That girl so cute
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| Took a shot for the camera shoot
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| Took a shot got the golden boot (Oh)
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| But that’s not a flex (No)
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| The flex is the feeling of ducking your ex
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| Or loving you best, my favorite success, damn
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| I must confess, there’s feelings I cannot address
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| I swear, I swear it’s no stress, my love, I swear it’s no stress
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| You’re the smoke in my gun, blowing like cherry bombs
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| You’re the jam on my scone, the sweetness stuck on my tongue
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| You can say what you want, baby, string me along
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| (Hey-hey, you could be the one, I want my cherry bomb)
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| Cherry bomb, bomb, bomb, oh-oh, oh, oh
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| Bomb-bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb
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| Cherry bomb, bomb, bomb, oh-oh, oh, oh (Yeah)
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| Bomb-bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb
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| You got me shinin' like a king, just call me Stephen
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| My baby royal to the bone, I call her treason
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| But she’s the flower blooming in and out of season
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| My garden of Eden, just stay, yeah
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| You’re the smoke in my gun, blowing like cherry bombs
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| You’re the jam on my scone, the sweetness stuck on my tongue
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| You can say what you want, baby, string me along
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| (Hey-hey, you could be the one, I want my cherry bomb)
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| Cherry bomb, bomb, bomb, oh-oh, oh, oh (She my girl)
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| Bomb-bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb
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| Cherry bomb, bomb, bomb, oh-oh, oh, oh (Yeah)
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| Bomb-bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb (And she my cherry bomb)
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| Cherry bomb, bomb, bomb, oh-oh, oh, oh
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| Bomb-bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb (You're my cherry bomb)
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| Cherry bomb, bomb, bomb, oh-oh, oh, oh
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| Bomb-bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb, yeah |