Candy apple red lipstick all over my mouth
Every word she said in one ear and right back out
She's got that kinda crazy people talk about
She's my girl and it's her world
And I'm just hangin' out
She's my ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb, strawberry blonde
She's every summer day
She's my Rolls Royce
I wanna take you for a drive
She's my Rolls Royce
I wanna keep you out all night
Treat her like an expensive car
And I promise she won't get too far away
She shines like chrome
In the hot, hot sun
Her legs are long
Like California Highway 1
With her mini-skirt and her high heels on
Singin' Aerosmith at the top of her lungs
Singin' walk this way
Ooh, baby talk this way
Forget wheels and axles
She's got hips that swing
Pretty baby, call me crazy
But that's my kinda thing
She's my ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb, my platinum blonde
She's every summer day
Every wild child has an innocent face
But that's okay, it's all the same
If it keeps her coming back my way

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