Amy Winehouse Cherry Lyrics

Cherry Lyrics

Her name is Cherry, we've just met

But already she knows me better than you

She understands me after eighteen years

And you still don't see me like you ought to do



Maybe we could talk 'bout things

If you was made of wood and strings

While I love her every sound

I dunno how to turn you down



And you're so thick and my patience thin

So I got me a new best friend

With a pickup that puts you to shame

And Cherry is her name



And when I'm lonely, Cherry's there

And she plays along while I sing out my blues

I could be crying and you don't care

You won't call me back, you're stubborn as a mule



Maybe we could talk 'bout things

If you was made of wood and strings

You might think I've gone too far

I'm talking 'bout my new guitar