Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song High C Cherrie , by - John Mellencamp. Song from the album A Biography, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 31.12.2004
Record label: John Mellencamp
Song language: English
High C Cherrie |
| She’s one of those Sunday afternoon walkers |
| Who searches down the rich dick |
| 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 … |
| 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 |
| Eww my my the girl with … rolls |
| That’s the way talk (High C) |
| You must admit you’re heaven sent |
| For big boys … |
| Hey I’m on the corner taken … |
| 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 |
| Its 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 … |