These lips are cherry scented, but they stick like superglue, I paint them lavender, turn a tattoo into bruise She says I'm mediocre and I guess that's very true She wants to chastise me for things I did not do You go girl! Help me, I'm burning, Help me, I'm turning, Help me, I'm burning up! These lips are cherry scented, but they stick like superglue, I paint them cherry red, turn a tattoo into bruise You go girl! Help me, I'm burning, Help me, I'm turning, Help me, I'm burning up! ♪ Cream corn, cream corn in my ear The slum of hatred I can't hear They look at me all stuffed with death And burn me with their scented breath Cream corn, cream corn, made me freak Sewed my lips so I can't speak Tell me that I cannot hate Hate pretty baby I cannot relate