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



Please look at me I'm so twisted



And burn me with that skeleton breath



Cream corn, cream corn, man made freak



Sew my lips so I can't speak



Tell me that I cannot hate



Hate pretty baby I cannot relate