My cherries and wine,
Rosemaries and thyme
And all of my peaches

To heal the wounds,
The wounds you burned onto me
Onto my skin

My cherries and wine,
Rosemaries and thyme
To heal the wounds,
The ones you laid onto me

Scars and scabs,
Painful drives in cars and cabs
Because you’re not here
You’re not here with me

But, to me, that’s no surprise
Because I’ve got the ultimate prize

My cherries and wine,
Rosemaries and thyme,
And all of my peaches

You’re ruined.

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