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