Cherry Soda Panic

Cherry sweet, ice

cold.

Yeah.

Riding shotgun, window rolled down low

She’s got ink on her sleeve and she’s ready to go

Striking a match, blue smoke in the breeze We’re chasing a feeling,

doing just what we please And it tastes like cherry soda in

the afternoon heat Yeah,

we're dynamic, making our own kind of beat (ooh-ooh)

Underneath the venue sign,

the purple glow

My heart is doing flips and she doesn't even know

Now we’re stepping inside,

it's a panic attack

Tattoos and leather, no turning back

All the masc girls smoking in the corner tonight

Got me frozen in place,

yeah, I'm losing my sight

And it feels like cherry soda,

cold and sweet My temperature is dropping while we move to the

beat

(so sweet,

so cold)

She laughs at my face,

blows a ring in the air While I'm staring at a collarbone

over right there Bisexual chaos,

caught in the crowd The music is heavy,

the laughing is loud

She grabs my cold hand,

says 'let's go get a drink' And my brain is too tangled

to even think Because we’re standing inside,

it's a panic attack

Tattoos and leather, no turning back

All the masc girls smoking in the corner tonight

Got me frozen in place,

yeah, I'm losing my sight

And it feels like cherry soda,

cold and sweet My temperature is dropping while we move to the

beat

(so cold,

so sweet)

Just like cherry soda...

Cold and sweet. (ahhhh)