She's My Cherry Pie

We're rotten, filthy stink. She's my cherry pie. Cool drink of

water, such a sweet surprise. Tastes so good, make a grown

man cry. Sweet cherry pie, yeah. Wow. Well,

swing it on the front porch, swing it on the lawn. Swing it where

we want 'cause there ain't nobody home. Swing it to the left,

then swing it to the right. I think about baseball, I swing all

night, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Huh.

Swing it in the living room, swing it in the kitchen. Most folks don't