As a side note, I am (now) aware that cherry trees blossom in the spring, not the summer, but it must have sounded good at the time, and there’s certainly no changing it now.
The cherry tree’s in bloom
She left me in the springtime
I hope she comes back soon
She left me with the feeling
That she took me for a fool
I took her for the gentle kind
But she turned out so cruel
“I never want to hurt you”
Says this parody of virtue
That’s you
I’ll go to Paris
I’ll go to Rome
I’ll go to Timbuktu
If someone’ll give me a home
I’ll go to Paris
I’ll leave tonight
I’d swim across myself
For a woman who’d treat me right
That’s all I’m asking
Someone better than the last one
For me
I’m gonna hustle
I’m gonna flirt
With “Don’t make no fast moves”
Written on my t-shirt
I’m gonna hustle
I’ll cheat you too
But I’m gonna steal a kiss
Before the night is through
Cheery blossom on your cheek
So pink, so pure, so sweet
But every single time we meet
You make me feel so incomplete