BC Cherries
Cruisin’ past the orchards, where the sweet girls grow,
At the fruit stand, they’re baggin’ hearts, takin’ it slow.
They’ve got smiles like sunshine, skin like a dream,
BC cherries, man, they’re the finest I’ve seen.
Peach baskets stackin’, juicy and ripe,
They talk soft, but their looks cut like a knife.
Innocence in their eyes, but there’s fire underneath,
You taste one, you’re done—there’s no relief.
BC cherries, got me feelin’ so wild,
Soft skin, sweet lips, with that devilish smile.
Oh, those peaches, man, they’re out of control,
Orchard-grown temptations, takin’ over my soul.
They say, “Pick what you like, but handle with care,”
One bite too soon, and you’ll know you were dared.
Juicy little secrets drippin’ off my chin,
The fruit’s so sweet, you can’t help but give in.
Down by the valley, where the blossoms bloom,
There’s whispers in the wind, like a lover’s tune.
Can’t leave empty-handed, not with this feast,
BC cherries got me hooked, to say the least.
Yo, orchard vibes, I’m feelin’ the heat,
From the Okanagan hills to the Fraser Street.
They’re packin’ baskets, rockin’ daisy dukes,
You reach for a taste, but they keep you in loops.
They’re tender, they’re tart, they’re wild at heart,
Leave you lost in the woods, torn apart.
You’re climbing the ladder, but don’t shake that tree,
‘Cause BC cherries don’t come easy, believe me.
BC cherries, got me feelin’ so wild,
Soft skin, sweet lips, with that devilish smile.
Oh, those peaches, man, they’re out of control,
Orchard-grown temptations, takin’ over my soul.
So here’s to the cherries, the peaches, the gold,
The ones that leave you breathless, stories untold.
British Columbia, where the fruit grows so fine,
Take a bite if you dare—but watch that line.
At the fruit stand, they’re baggin’ hearts, takin’ it slow.
They’ve got smiles like sunshine, skin like a dream,
BC cherries, man, they’re the finest I’ve seen.
Peach baskets stackin’, juicy and ripe,
They talk soft, but their looks cut like a knife.
Innocence in their eyes, but there’s fire underneath,
You taste one, you’re done—there’s no relief.
BC cherries, got me feelin’ so wild,
Soft skin, sweet lips, with that devilish smile.
Oh, those peaches, man, they’re out of control,
Orchard-grown temptations, takin’ over my soul.
They say, “Pick what you like, but handle with care,”
One bite too soon, and you’ll know you were dared.
Juicy little secrets drippin’ off my chin,
The fruit’s so sweet, you can’t help but give in.
Down by the valley, where the blossoms bloom,
There’s whispers in the wind, like a lover’s tune.
Can’t leave empty-handed, not with this feast,
BC cherries got me hooked, to say the least.
Yo, orchard vibes, I’m feelin’ the heat,
From the Okanagan hills to the Fraser Street.
They’re packin’ baskets, rockin’ daisy dukes,
You reach for a taste, but they keep you in loops.
They’re tender, they’re tart, they’re wild at heart,
Leave you lost in the woods, torn apart.
You’re climbing the ladder, but don’t shake that tree,
‘Cause BC cherries don’t come easy, believe me.
BC cherries, got me feelin’ so wild,
Soft skin, sweet lips, with that devilish smile.
Oh, those peaches, man, they’re out of control,
Orchard-grown temptations, takin’ over my soul.
So here’s to the cherries, the peaches, the gold,
The ones that leave you breathless, stories untold.
British Columbia, where the fruit grows so fine,
Take a bite if you dare—but watch that line.
