These lips are cherry scented, but they stick like superglue,

I paint them lavender, turn a tattoo into bruise

She says I'm mediocre and I guess that's very true

She wants to chastise me for things I did not do

You go girl!

Help me, I'm burning,

Help me, I'm turning,

Help me, I'm burning up!

These lips are cherry scented, but they stick like superglue,

I paint them cherry red, turn a tattoo into bruise

You go girl!

Help me, I'm burning,

Help me, I'm turning,

Help me, I'm burning up!

Cream corn, cream corn in my ear

The slum of hatred I can't hear

They look at me all stuffed with death

And burn me with their scented breath

Cream corn, cream corn, made me freak

Sewed my lips so I can't speak

Tell me that I cannot hate

Hate pretty baby I cannot relate