Hey, street boy, want some style?
Your dead end dreams don’t make you smile.
I’ll give you something to live for.
Have you and grab you until you’re sore.
Your dead end dreams don’t make you smile.
I’ll give you something to live for.
Have you and grab you until you’re sore.
Hello, daddy. Hello, mom.
I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
—-The Runaways, Cherry Bomb
Nic Noblique, Cherry Bomb, Anita Harris Phelps Park, Dallas, Texas
I haven’t thought of this song in years, and now it’s on the playlist in my head. 😁
Sorry about that.
No it’s a good thing lol.