Hey, cherry picker

Who's your favourite daughter?

Can I ask you for a favour

Only if it's not a bother

Hey, cherry picker

You're always the receiver

You can't make me a believer

Even if you pull the trigger

I bit the hand that feeds me

It tastes like a hypocrite

A wolf hides in sheep's clothing

And feels like bitter death

Hey, cherry picker

I think there's something in the water

When you're following the lеader

Sometimes it's hatе that's the deceiver

Hey, cherry picker

I'm not much of a bleeder

If you can make me a believer

Go on and pull the trigger

I bit the hand that feeds me

It tastes like a hypocrite

A wolf hides in sheep's clothing

And feels like bitter death

I bit the hand that feeds me

It tastes like a hypocrite

A wolf hides in sheep's clothing

And feels like bitter death