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