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