Teenage queen, a sweet believe.

A modelled you, by libertine.

I she real, or just a dream,

My heart beats fast I think it's a dream.

Every time that she walks by; some cherries down my spine,

Makes me wanna die.

She is out there, on her own.

Perfection in her chromosomes,

She walks by, I need to know,

Her blood red lips are soft as snow.

Every time that she walks by; some cherries down my spine,

Makes me wanna die.

Ohh yeah,

She's a cherry bomb,

She's a bullet in my head,

Pull the trigger and I'm dead.

Ohh, a yeah.

Where she walks, across the floor,

Electric shock; and my heart is roar.

I she real, or just a dream,

My heart beats fast I think it's a dream.

Every time that she walks by; some cherries down my spine,

Makes me wanna die.

Ohh yeah,

She's a cherry bomb,

She's a bullet in my head,

Pull the trigger and I'm dead.

Ohh, a yeah.

She's a cherry bomb,

She's a bullet in my head,

Pull the trigger and I'm…

She's a cherry bomb,

Dream about her, in my bed,

Pull the trigger and I'm dead.

(3x) Ohh, a yeah.