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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizePeach
Uh-oh here she comesShe got them gold hot pants on againYeah manI wanna talk, but I dunnoShe's a peachShe was dark, she was tanShe made me glad to be a manShe was young, she was smartJust one glance and she stole my heartThe kinda girl you wanna teachShe's a peachSummertime, feelin' fine, getting wildAll that's on my mindHere she come, dressed in redGet her done is all that's in my headHer hot pants can't hide her cheeksShe's a peachShe was pure, every ounceI was sure, when her titties bounceEvery way, she's a winnerTurn a gay preacher to a sinnerNo one you want your mama to meetShe's a peachThis is a girl plays hard to getI would die if I kissed herI would try but I'm last on her listShe's so cool and I'm so uglyI'd be a fool to think that she could love meThis kinda girl's always out of reachShe's a peach
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