Cherry Pie
Got me so good, I'm seeing stars
Might be this bud, it might be my heart
I'm liking your love, the way that it feels
Got me so up, up to the ceiling, ooh
Come kiss me on the kitchen floor, it feels so good
We high as kites and flying through the sky, like ooh
Come kiss me on the kitchen floor, it feels so good
Your lips are like cherry pie
Oh my baby, sugar sweet, like my, oh my
Love it when we coming through with pleasure eyes
Every afternoon, we spend the time in high, high, high, high
Look at that boy, look what he do
Body all psychedelic on you
Liking your frame, like how it moves
Come put it on me, beg you come through
Spending my green (on my type)
All of this sweet (feel real nice)
Just like your love, sweeter than pie
I want a taste of you tonight, like ooh
Come kiss me on the kitchen floor, it feels so good
We high as kites and flying through the sky, like ooh
Come kiss me on the kitchen floor, it feels so good
Your lips are like cherry pie
Oh my baby, sugar sweet, like my, oh my
Love it when we coming through with pleasure eyes
Every afternoon, we spend the time in high, high, high, high
Cherry pie
Oh my baby, sugar sweet, like my, oh my
Love it when we coming through with pleasure eyes
Every afternoon, we spend the time in high, high, high, high
Might be this bud, it might be my heart
I'm liking your love, the way that it feels
Got me so up, up to the ceiling, ooh
Come kiss me on the kitchen floor, it feels so good
We high as kites and flying through the sky, like ooh
Come kiss me on the kitchen floor, it feels so good
Your lips are like cherry pie
Oh my baby, sugar sweet, like my, oh my
Love it when we coming through with pleasure eyes
Every afternoon, we spend the time in high, high, high, high
Look at that boy, look what he do
Body all psychedelic on you
Liking your frame, like how it moves
Come put it on me, beg you come through
Spending my green (on my type)
All of this sweet (feel real nice)
Just like your love, sweeter than pie
I want a taste of you tonight, like ooh
Come kiss me on the kitchen floor, it feels so good
We high as kites and flying through the sky, like ooh
Come kiss me on the kitchen floor, it feels so good
Your lips are like cherry pie
Oh my baby, sugar sweet, like my, oh my
Love it when we coming through with pleasure eyes
Every afternoon, we spend the time in high, high, high, high
Cherry pie
Oh my baby, sugar sweet, like my, oh my
Love it when we coming through with pleasure eyes
Every afternoon, we spend the time in high, high, high, high
Credits
Writer(s): Bethany Ann Warner, Philip Handeland
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.