PEACH
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WRITER PRINCE
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Uh-oh here she come
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She got them gold hot pants on again
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Yeah man
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I wanna talk, but I dunno
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She's a Peach
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She was dark, she was tan
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She made me glad to be a man
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She was young, she was smart
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Just one glance and she stole my heart
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The kinda girl you wanna teach
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She's a Peach
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Summertime, feelin' fine, getting wild
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All that's on my mind
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Here she come, dressed in red
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Get her done, is all that's in my head
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Her hot pants can't hide her cheeks
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She's a Peach
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She was pure, every ounce
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I was sure, when her titties bounced
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Every way, she's a winner
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Turn a gay preacher to a sinner
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No one you want your mama meet
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She's a Peach
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This is a girl plays hard 2 get
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I would die if I kissed her
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I would try, but I'm last on her list
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She's so cool and I'm so ugly
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I'd be a fool, to think she could love me
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This kinda girl's always out of reach
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She's a Peach
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Peach
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PEACH
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| Rod Stewart |
