Bowl Of Cherries Eric says the party starts at midnight So put some Buds on ice Turn down the lights Loosen up your belt, open your collar Let the music make you feel all right ‘Cause it’s been a long day You worked your fingers to the bone Your brain is fried, it’s time to unwind And let it all go Feed your soul Rosie likes to go out to the restaurants Where the tablecloths reach way down to the floor So she can play footsie under the table She keeps the waiter coming back for more (woo-hoo!) ‘Cause it’s been a long day You worked your fingers to the bone Your brain is fried, it’s time to unwind And let it all go Feed your soul Let go of all that restricts you Cut through the rope Set yourself free Let me wrap you up into the moment Today is gone So leave your night up to me I’d like to watch you eat a bowl of cherries And let the juice spurt out and run down your chin You know I love the taste of cherries I’ll wipe your mouth and lick your fingers clean (woo-hoo!) ‘Cause it’s been a long day You worked your fingers to the bone Your brain is fried, it’s time to unwind And let it all go Feed your soul © 2001 Elinore Speeks Elinore Speeks:  vocals, acoustic guitar Barb Klc:  vocals, keyboard, percussion © 2001 ELAYSHA