Teenage queen, a sweet believe.
A modelled you, by libertine.
I she real, or just a dream,
My heart beats fast I think it's a dream.
Every time that she walks by; some cherries down my spine,
Makes me wanna die.
She is out there, on her own.
Perfection in her chromosomes,
She walks by, I need to know,
Her blood red lips are soft as snow.
Every time that she walks by; some cherries down my spine,
Makes me wanna die.
Ohh yeah,
She's a cherry bomb,
She's a bullet in my head,
Pull the trigger and I'm dead.
Ohh, a yeah.
Where she walks, across the floor,
Electric shock; and my heart is roar.
I she real, or just a dream,
My heart beats fast I think it's a dream.
Every time that she walks by; some cherries down my spine,
Makes me wanna die.
Ohh yeah,
She's a cherry bomb,
She's a bullet in my head,
Pull the trigger and I'm dead.
Ohh, a yeah.
She's a cherry bomb,
She's a bullet in my head,
Pull the trigger and I'm…
She's a cherry bomb,
Dream about her, in my bed,
Pull the trigger and I'm dead.
(3x) Ohh, a yeah.
