| There’s a knife fight going on
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| So I make my way to the bar
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| There’s a man getting high on the street, talking to girls
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| So I walk in the sand and pull up a chair
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| I roll up a smoke and I ask for a beer
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| As a band strums along at the back of the room
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| There’s a cowgirl riding wild on a mechanical bull
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| Then I melt to the floor as she walks on in
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| Hmm, shaking her sugar
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| She got the peaches and cream
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| She got the peaches and cream
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| She got the peaches and cream
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| She got the peaches and cream
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| She got the peaches and cream
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| Oh, as she shakes a tambourine
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| There’s few with sugar and spice
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| Oh, she’ll have you on the floor
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| Dancing through the night
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| Wanted something smooth
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| Something sweet to cool us down
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| That takes away the memories
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| Buried deep down
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| I think I’m starting to feel good
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| I think I’m starting to feel fine
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| I think I’m starting to feel good
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| Yes, she’s blowing my mind
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| She got the peaches and cream
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| She got the peaches and cream
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| She got the peaches and cream
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| She got the peaches and cream
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| She got the peaches and cream
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| She got the peaches and cream |