John Mellencamp - High C Cherrie Lyrics
Written by John MellencampShe's one of those Sunday afternoon walkersWho searches down the rich dickSo here comes, speak this way babyAin't no tongue some kinda a trickSo shake that kick, ooh shake that kickShavin' your underarmsI got my eyes on your ...If I could just get your hands on my balls*Hello High C CherrieWould you bring it on over hereI got a big jet black CadillacParked out back in the rearI'd give you twenty five heathensTo serve you a six pack of rollin' thunder beerSay ain't that enough, CherrieTo stick it in youEww my my the girl with ... rollsThat's the way talk (High C)You must admit you're heaven sentFor big boys ...Hey I'm on the corner taken ...Hey baby, I can hold my own(Cherrie) Meet me on C Street, babyHey little girl, you want an ice cream coneHello High C CherrieShake that trash over hereI got a big jet black CadillacIts parked out back in the rearI'd give you twenty five heathensTo serve you a six pack of rollin' thunder beerSay ain't that enough, CherrieTo stick it in youHey baby, are you with escortAre you really on your way home(Cherrie) Would you make it with a poor schoolboyWould you let this dog throw you his boneI don't mean to be pushyBut I know I'd shove you down on the ground (hell ya)How can a sane manAdjust to havin' you around(*Repeat)Hello High C CherrieWould you bring it on over hereI got a big jet black CadillacCrashed out back in the rearI'll give you twenty five heathensTo serve you a six pack of rollin' thunder beerSay ain't that eno
