Cherry Season

Save your life ‘neath a parasol
Curl up in the belly of a nesting doll
When you’re found make the sound
Of a new baby bird
If she feeds you a seed
Turn your face to the words
We all smell a lie
And we all breathe it in
Is sweeter than a peach is
Pretty, naughty things
Just watch ‘em dangling
It’s cherry season boys
They’ll follow you with their bedroom eyes
‘Til your tongue is buried deep in a fresh-baked pie
Sweet and tart, like a heart
You could never win over
With the dawn she’ll be gone
You will never know colder
We all smell a sin
And we all breathe it in
So you think she’s uncomplicated
And she feels comfortably degraded
You’re sniffin' around on the orchard ground
So by the end of the summer you’re satiated