Song lyrics Cherry by Amy Winehouse

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 

You're so thick and my patience thin 

So I got me a knew 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 mule 

Maybe we could talk 'bout things 

If you was made of wood and strings 

You might think I've gone too far 
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