Cherry Stem

How harsh is it that
We tongued through the mangle
Of our thin, limp
Hospital stay
Our babies were wet
When they came riding charry ladders
Through the window
While she feathered

Involuntary passion makes the man
Involuntary passion makes the man
Involuntary passion makes the man
The vierendelen gloves, oh...

In case you forget
I’ll leave the window cracked
A reminder or two of our evening plans
So meet me in the allеy at...
Wait, did she say
That she knew hеr when she stayed
The night is young below our waists

She never fucking ever wants to stay
She never fucking ever wants to stay
She never fucking ever wants to stay