High C Cherrie — текст песни (John Mellencamp)

Written by John Mellencamp

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

Hello High C Cherrie
Shake that trash over here
I got a big jet black Cadillac
Its 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

Hey baby, are you with escort
Are you really on your way home
(Cherrie) Would you make it with a poor schoolboy
Would you let this dog throw you his bone
I don`t mean to be pushy
But I know I`d shove you down on the ground (hell ya)
How can a sane man
Adjust to havin` you around

(*Repeat)

Hello High C Cherrie
Would you bring it on over here
I got a big jet black Cadillac
Crashed out back in the rear
I`ll give you twenty five heathens
To serve you a six pack of rollin` thunder beer
Say ain`t that enough, Cherrie
Hey is that enough, Cherrie
Oh hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Cherrie ...