She makes a lot of trouble, yeah
When things to go the way she plans
Discusses problems in theology
Nobody understands

She makes noise
She breaks toys
She fills my heart with joy

Cherry bomb, cherry bomb
With a face just like a cherub
She’s a bomb, yeah
She makes her presence known
Cherry bomb, cherry bomb
With a face just like a cherub
She’s sweet as anything I know

She never takes things lightly, no
Her little heart explodes sometimes
I hold her tightly in my harms
She really blows her Daddy’s mind

She thrills me
She kills me
She spills grape juice on me

Cherry bomb…

She thrills me
She kills me
She makes noise
She brakes toys
She fills my heart with joy

Cherry bomb…


Words by S. Hindalong, Music by D. Daugherty