Cherry
In the middle of the back seat
as we're cruising on down the street
to set the night on fire

Cherry
She gives him some of her precious time
but she knows just where to draw the line
She's a mistress of desire

Slow night
Slow night
Slow night on fire

He is young
but old enough to know better
She says it doesn't matter
as she takes him high

The dream gets bad
begins to split at the seams
Oh - he spills her beans
they start to spread like fire

Slow night
Slow night
Slow night on fire

Cherry
you know there ain't no second tries
yeah you gotta have a thousand eyes
to keep from going under

Cherry
everybody wants to deal with you
everybody comes to kneel to you
they're trying to steal your thunder

Slow night
Slow night
Slow night on fire