Cherries Lyrics

In the morning you tasted like cherries

Sweet and wonderful and true

In the afternoon you tasted like pecan pie baby

I couldn't get enough of you

But the grapes that I'd picked

You'd failed to tell me you were allergic

In the morning you tasted like sour milk

And by the afternoon I'd had my fill

But my grapes are doing just fine

In fact they'll make me some summer wine

Woo!