The girl with the silver on her thing Wanna take her home, meet mom and dad It's hard to tell 'bout a girl like this She might smile or she might spit on them I wanna scrub her face and take her in my car She plays with the radio and it drives me mad Smells like cherries, and you know it makes me high We talk about them as we drive away Cherries (Smells like cherries) (Smells like cherries and you know it makes me high)