Peaches - 1996 Remastered Version
Strolling along minding my own buisness
Well there goes a girl and a half
She's got me going up and down
She's got me going up and down
It's only your imagination
Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches
See her for a moment
Well I got the notion girl that you got some suntan lotion in that bottle of yours
Spread it all over my peelin' skin baby
That feels real good
All this skirt lappin' up the sun
Lap me up
Why don't you come on and
Lap me up
Just what it is that brings her here
Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches
See her for a moment
Well there goes another one just lying down on the sand dunes
I'd better go take a swim and see if I can cool down a little bit
Coz you and me woman
We got a lotta things on our minds (you know what I mean)
Covering everything
Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches
Stars in the window
Will you just take a look over there (where?) there
Is she tryin' to get outta that clitares?
Liberation for women
Thats what I preach
Preacher man
The air is like a murmur
Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches
All at once there's someone there
Oh shit
There goes the charabang
Looks like im gonna be stuck here the whole summer
Well what a bummer
I can think of a lot worse places to be
Like down in the streets
Or down in the sewer
Or even on the end of a skewer
Well there goes a girl and a half
She's got me going up and down
She's got me going up and down
It's only your imagination
Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches
See her for a moment
Well I got the notion girl that you got some suntan lotion in that bottle of yours
Spread it all over my peelin' skin baby
That feels real good
All this skirt lappin' up the sun
Lap me up
Why don't you come on and
Lap me up
Just what it is that brings her here
Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches
See her for a moment
Well there goes another one just lying down on the sand dunes
I'd better go take a swim and see if I can cool down a little bit
Coz you and me woman
We got a lotta things on our minds (you know what I mean)
Covering everything
Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches
Stars in the window
Will you just take a look over there (where?) there
Is she tryin' to get outta that clitares?
Liberation for women
Thats what I preach
Preacher man
The air is like a murmur
Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches
All at once there's someone there
Oh shit
There goes the charabang
Looks like im gonna be stuck here the whole summer
Well what a bummer
I can think of a lot worse places to be
Like down in the streets
Or down in the sewer
Or even on the end of a skewer
Credits
Writer(s): Hugh Alan Cornwell, Brian John Duffy, David Greenfield, Jean Jacques Burnel
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