| Sweet little Cherry got her hands in her pockets
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| And she’s waiting for a downtown train
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| High heel boots with the straps hung low
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| And her head hanging down in shame
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| The wolves all dress up just like sheep
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| And the go and hit the town
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| Cherry never sees 'em
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| But they’re hanging all around
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| Sweet little Cherry got a switchblade Jimmy
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| Come and take her down to 4th and Main
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| Her mind in a haze of the better days
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| Before her body was an ad campaign
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| But now the filthy crooks and pocketbooks
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| Are all that Cherry sees
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| The dashboard dogs and backseat hogs and
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| Down onto her knees
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| I am tempted, I am weak
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| I’m too weak to try to speak
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| I am tempted, I’m ashamed
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| Yeah, I’m ashamed and I’m to blame
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| You’ll see
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| Yeah I’m tempted by the cherry tree
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| You’ll see
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| Yeah I’m tempted by the cherry tree
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| Sweet little Cherry took the last bus home
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| In the middle of the pouring rain
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| She saw the bad boys sleeping and the good girls weeping
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| Through the fog on the window panes
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| And Cherry wants to make it right
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| But she never has a prayer
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| Cuz as long as there are bad boys
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| They’ll be penny millionaires |