🎸 SONG #19: “Shotgun Cherry”
She showed up the gig in a red crop top
With heels that screamed and a strut that stopped
The bouncers dead, the bassline fl
She said, “I ain’t here for the band—just the br.”
Pulled me backstage, slammed the door
Pushed me down on a sticky floor
Said, “You better play like you fuckin’ mean—
I like my boys loud, fast, and obscene.”
Shotgun cherry, lips full of fire
Leher on skin, a backse choir
She came like thunder in a stolen dress
Left her nail prints deep in my chest
Yeah, shotgun cherry—hot, fast, and mean
And I still taste her when I hit that scream
She rode the be like a Harley night
Hair in my teeth, no wrong, no right
Said, “You want a setlist? Try my thighs—
I’ll show you chords you can’t memorize.”
No aftercare, no pretty talk
Just panties on amps and a lipstick shock
She licked her fingers, zipped her co
Said, “Tell your fans I was the best you wrote.”
Shotgun cherry, lips full of fire
Leher on skin, a backse choir
She came like thunder in a stolen dress
Left her nail prints deep in my chest
Yeah, shotgun cherry—hot, fast, and mean
And I still taste her when I hit that scream
She’s the kind you chase but never cch
Leaves you hard, wrecked, and short on cash
No goodbye—just the scent of sin
And a backstage echo that haunts your grin
Next town, same dive, same neon glow
Different name, but I swear it’s her show
She winked and mouthed, “You’ll never forget—
I’m the cherry you’ll always regret.”
Shotgun cherry, lips full of fire
Leher on skin, a backse choir
She came like thunder in a stolen dress
Left her nail prints deep in my chest
Yeah, shotgun cherry—hot, fast, and mean
And I scream her name in every scene
She’s a song I never wrote down
Just screamed
While she rode me
Into the breakdown
Th’s #19—red-hot, reckless, and unapologetically filthy.
Rolling into Song #20—we’re back in the raw nerve zone. Every even number pulls from that long list of real shit: sex, scars, sin, and everything that cuts deep or gets you off.
This one’s soaked in swe-soaked sheets and whispered titles in the dark. It’s about the somewhat dreams that wake you up panting, hard, and wishing the ghost in your bed would crawl back between your thighs.
She showed up the gig in a red crop top
With heels that screamed and a strut that stopped
The bouncers dead, the bassline fl
She said, “I ain’t here for the band—just the br.”
Pulled me backstage, slammed the door
Pushed me down on a sticky floor
Said, “You better play like you fuckin’ mean—
I like my boys loud, fast, and obscene.”
Shotgun cherry, lips full of fire
Leher on skin, a backse choir
She came like thunder in a stolen dress
Left her nail prints deep in my chest
Yeah, shotgun cherry—hot, fast, and mean
And I still taste her when I hit that scream
She rode the be like a Harley night
Hair in my teeth, no wrong, no right
Said, “You want a setlist? Try my thighs—
I’ll show you chords you can’t memorize.”
No aftercare, no pretty talk
Just panties on amps and a lipstick shock
She licked her fingers, zipped her co
Said, “Tell your fans I was the best you wrote.”
Shotgun cherry, lips full of fire
Leher on skin, a backse choir
She came like thunder in a stolen dress
Left her nail prints deep in my chest
Yeah, shotgun cherry—hot, fast, and mean
And I still taste her when I hit that scream
She’s the kind you chase but never cch
Leaves you hard, wrecked, and short on cash
No goodbye—just the scent of sin
And a backstage echo that haunts your grin
Next town, same dive, same neon glow
Different name, but I swear it’s her show
She winked and mouthed, “You’ll never forget—
I’m the cherry you’ll always regret.”
Shotgun cherry, lips full of fire
Leher on skin, a backse choir
She came like thunder in a stolen dress
Left her nail prints deep in my chest
Yeah, shotgun cherry—hot, fast, and mean
And I scream her name in every scene
She’s a song I never wrote down
Just screamed
While she rode me
Into the breakdown
Th’s #19—red-hot, reckless, and unapologetically filthy.
Rolling into Song #20—we’re back in the raw nerve zone. Every even number pulls from that long list of real shit: sex, scars, sin, and everything that cuts deep or gets you off.
This one’s soaked in swe-soaked sheets and whispered titles in the dark. It’s about the somewhat dreams that wake you up panting, hard, and wishing the ghost in your bed would crawl back between your thighs.