Maraschino Cherries

You’re talking about Stalingrad like you’ve been before

When I talk your moustache trembles, waiting to snatch the floor

is littered in bottle caps and cigs from boys convinced they’re men

Oh, I’m so exhausted

trying not to make them mad with my tits like maraschino cherries

crowned in Redi Whip Cream.

Yeah, these thick thighs are made for pounding

you to the curb in my dreams.

Your hands crawl up along my waist like spiders up a wall.

I search my pockets for that knife, oh, I got to get home

is still so far away, and so I shout until you scowl.

Oh, I’m so exhausted

thinking up how to stay safe with my tits like maraschino cherries

crowned in Redi Whip Cream.

Yeah, these thick thighs are made for pounding

you to the curb in my dreams.

I unfold my razor grin like I’ll swallow you whole.

Tell me, do ya feel afraid? Oh, I’m ready o howl

and I’ll lap up that moon, oh I own this night and also you.

I’m so awake now,

you have no power over me or my tits like araschino cherries

Crowned in Redi Whip Cream.

Yeah, these thick thighs are made for pounding

you to the curb in my dreams.

Oh your teeth touch the curb in my dreams.