Cherry Scented

These lips are cherry scented
But they stick like superglue
I paint them lavender
Turn a tattoo into bruise

She says I'm mediocre
And I guess that's very true
She wants to chastise me
For things I did not do, you go, girl!

Help me, I'm burning help me, I'm turning
Help me, I'm burning up!

These lips are cherry scented
But they stick like superglue
I paint them cherry red
Turn a tattoo into bruise, you go, girl!

Help me, I'm burning help me, I'm turning
Help me, I'm burning up!

Cream corn, cream corn in my ear
The slum of hatred I can't hear
They look at me, all stuffed with death
And burn me with their scented breath
Cream corn, cream corn, made me freak
Sewed my lips so I can't speak
Tell me that I cannot hate
Hate, pretty baby, I cannot relate