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The Smoking Revolvers - Cherry Cola
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Cherry Cola,
she’s so fine.
Cherry Cola,
she’s all mine.

A touch to the lips;
sweet sugar taste.
Put my hands on her hips;
can’t keep away.
My Cherry Cola.

Cherry Cola,
I love her curves.
Cherry Cola,
and it gets worse.

A touch to the lips;
sweet sugar taste.
Put my hands on her hips;
can’t keep away.
My Cherry Cola.

My babe’s not around.
She’s nowhere in sight.
I’ll find her again.
There’s nowhere to hide.

Cherry Cola, Cherry Cola
I want to hold her.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
My Cherry Cola

A touch to the lips;
sweet sugar taste.
Put my hands on her hips;
can’t keep away.
My Cherry Cola.