pm = palm mute
Tune down a half step
Freedom came my way that night
Just like a jet plane in and out of sight
Oh I was haulin ass at a million miles an hour
Wonderin how hard I hit
When they came in to the station
They said I was bad beyond repair
But I got no qualms with my situation
Say here I am
So say Cheri Cheri Cheri won't you dare to
Say Cheri Cheri Cheri won't you dare to
Leave a message and your number please
Tie em up all my old fantasies
Put em in a big red bow and send them care of me
I'm taking a chance on the wind
I'm packing up all my bags
Taking a mistake I gotta make
Them I'm glory bound
So I packed it up and I went to the winds