Red Cherries
Your effeminate face
Your soft, elegant hands
What I want more than you
Is to be called 'The Champion'
Yet I can't say that
For I'd be seen in the forests
Cherry Picking as they say
But who really cares
I'm going to be number one
So I'll pick and choose my way through
And become the one
That is better at battling
That is better looking
The one with all the power
And who'll be seen
In a field with an empty basket
Getting ready to pick
Red Cherries
