Cherry Red
Joe Turner, Pete K. H. Johnson
Run here pretty mama
Get down on your daddy's knee
I want to tell everybody
How you've been sending me
Well if that's your little secret
You better keep it to yourself
'Cause if you tell me
I might tell somebody else
I ain't never loved
And I hope I never will
'Cause a lovin' proposition
Gonna get somebody killed
If you could take me pretty mama
Jump me in your big brass bed
I want you to, you can rock me baby
Till my face turns cherry red, cherry red
You got red, red big legs
That you build up from the ground
She's a tailor-made woman
Ain't none of those hand-me-downs
I said bye, bye-bye baby
Bye-bye, baby, bye
Bye-bye baby
Good bye-bye, bye-bye