Cheryl. Oh, Cheryl. As oil from a barrel. Oh Cheryl.
There is so much to be said, when I roll out of bed,
about Cheryl.
Oh Cheryl. As oil from a barrel. Oh Cheryl.
Your comforting words, break through the stabbing ice
of life.
Shards of glass, falling away from me now,
somehow
Oh Cheryl. As oil from a barrel. Oh Cheryl.
When things get tough, and I've had enough,
You care and share and dare to spare
my heart.
Oh Cheryl. As oil from a barrel. Oh Cheryl.
Paul W. Walters – May 9, 2000