Cherries

In the morning you tasted like cherries
Sweet and wonderful and true
In the afternoon you tasted like pecan pie baby
I couldn't get enough of you

But the grapes that I'd picked
You'd failed to tell me you were allergic

In the morning you tasted like sour milk
And by the afternoon I'd had my fill

But my grapes are doing just fine
In fact they'll make me some summer wine
Woo!



Credits
Writer(s): Julianna Mckenna
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