Mechanical Bull

There's a knife fight going on
So I make my way to the bar
There's a man giving high on the street, talking to girls
So I walk in the sand and pull up a chair
I roll up a smoke and I ask for beer
There's a bench (?) at the back of the moon
There's a cowgirl riding wild on a mechanical bull
Then I went to the floor as she walks on it
Hmm, shaking her sugar

She got the peaches and cream
She got the peaches and cream
She got the peaches and cream
She got the peaches and cream
She got the peaches and cream
She got the peaches and cream

She's chasing down the (?)
There's few with sugar and spice
She'll have you on the floor
Dancing through the night
Wanted something smooth
Something sweet to go as down
It takes a way to
Memories are buried deep down

I think I'm starting to feel good
I think I'm starting to feel fine
I think I'm starting to feel good
Yes, it's blowing my mind

She got the peaches and cream
She got the peaches and cream
She got the peaches and cream
She got the peaches and cream
She got the peaches and cream
She got the peaches and cream