Her skin grew the colour
Of the pale white moon light
And her teeth turned the colour of gold.
She had rings on her fingers
And rings round her wrists
And ten carefully painted red toes.
She was pretty and young
Once, and loving and sweet
And her cherry red hair matched the paint on her feet.
She was my cheery red baby
We both took an oath
Half a lifetime ago
I once dreaded the day that it broke.
But the longer she lived
The less I could resist
Wrapping my hands around her white throat.
She was pretty and young
Once and loving and sweet
And her cherry red lips matched the paint on her feet
She was my cherry red baby
Well I finally snappedAnd I launched an attack
And I jumped and I punched on her head.
In a blizzard of fists
And a fist full of screams
I made sure my poor baby was dead.
Then I looked at her face
Like a raw piece of meat
And her cherry red blood matched the paint on her feet.
She was my cheery baby
We said death do us part
Well we’ve parted at last
I got murder and blood on my palms.
Now her body lies deep
Beneath her cherry tree
And she flows through its roots and its leaves.
And I can still tell when my
Cherry Red weeps
There’s a blizzard of blossom that falls from the tree.
She was my cherry red baby
She was my cherry red baby
