Peach!

--- PEACH!---

You appeared like a shroud, always stand-out in the crowd
And I work around the clock, no time to walk round the block
And I've got holes in my socks, and I'm trippin' on rocks
And I've got holes in shoes, I can't even sing the blues
'Cause I've got holes in my shoes
And I'm trippin' on rocks & I've got holes in my socks
And I'm a son of a peach, gonna holler, holler & screech
Get your ass on a beach, I ain't here to teach
'Cause I'm a son, son of a peach
Holler & screech, 'cause I've got holes in my shoes
This ain't snakes n' ladders, you wear black stockings
And that's all that matters
You re-emerged outside 'The Hive'
For your attention, I must strive
Like poison & lace, I gotta start back in the race
And these words are like gin and you're my lime & tonic
When I got home in the mornin', already felt like, afternoon
'Cause I'm a son of a peach, gonna holler & screeech
Get your ass on a beach
I ain't here to teach ya, 'cause I'm a son of peach, peach, pe-he-each
And I've got holes in my socks & I'm trippin' on rocks
And I got holes in my shoes, I can't even sing the no brainers
'Cause I've got holes in my trainers
And I'm a son of a peach...
This ain't snakes n' ladders
I love yo' black stockings & that's all that matters
Oh yeah yeah yeah
I'm a son of a peach, I'm a son of a gun
And I love the sun
And I got holes everywhere, even on the back of the stairs
Holler n' holler...
Always stand on the ground and I'll walk on a shrowd
I don't beat around the block and I work around the clock
'Cause I'm a son of a peach oh yeah yeah yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Alistair Russell Murray
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