| Now the summers come and gone
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| I Feel September comin' on
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| Your still burning on my skin
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| Lord I want though, sweet rain drops to begin
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| Cool this fever and keep home, Up on Chery Blossom Road
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| Now your as mean as I am good
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| And I’d stop comin' here if I could
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| You laugh at all my school girl fears…
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| And you tell me 'when you want me little girl I’ll be here'
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| I’d trade my body for my soul
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| Up on Cherry Blossom Road. |
| ooooh, yea
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| So blow cruel wind
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| Take me back to his door, he’ll take me in
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| I walk away a woman.(walk away)
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| I walk away a woman.(walk away)
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| Walk away (walk away)
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| In my virgin bed alone
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| Like a hostage to the phone
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| I know that he ain’t far away
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| And I know that Lord he don’t feel this kind of pain
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| I hate him, lord I want him so
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| Up on Cherry Blossom Road. |
| Oh Ya!
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| So Blow cruel wind. |
| Take me back to his door
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| He’ll take me in, I walk away a women (walk away)
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| Walk away, walk away, walk away… |