Sherry Lane

It’s in the way that she puckers up

Press her lips to the bottle gonna sip it up

I want to be the end, that her lips touch

Don’t pour me out, I’m not done

Her name sounds like a champagne

Sherry Lane Sherry Lane

She gets me high, as high as an airplane

Sherry Lane Sherry Lane

It’s in the way that she struts up

Slow-Mo in her heels with the red up

I want to be the sole that the streets touch

Don’t walk away

Just walk away

Her name sounds like a champagne

Sherry Lane Sherry Lane

She gets me high as high as an airplane

Sherry Lane Sherry Lane

Her body it drives like a Chevrolet

Sherry Lane Sherry Lane

Her name it sounds like a champagne

Sherry lane Sherry Lane