Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peaches, artist - Dub Pistols. Date of issue: 31.03.2007
Record label: Sunday Best
Song language: English
Peaches |
| Senorita, I’d really love to meet ya |
| Maybe sip some Magarita on the beach to set the mood |
| And nothing would be sweeter |
| Believe me senorita |
| If I make ya I’ll complete ya |
| So make make me rude |
| Please believe me |
| I’m young, free and I’m easy |
| And down for the sleazy |
| Infact I freak completely |
| From Brighton to Tahiti |
| You can see me |
| Walking on the beaches |
| Looking at the peaches |
| Don’t get it twisted |
| Cos yeah I’m voyeuristic |
| But I ain’t some kind of misfit |
| That’s watching your every move |
| No |
| I mean I watch ya |
| Your hot so I spot ya |
| And the way you work the middle got me thinking bout food |
| Yo |
| Peach perhaps, watermelons and baps |
| While I’m trying to keep my rhymes |
| Slack free and attract ya yo |
| I’m the kind up early and packed to go |
| Walking on the beaches |
| Looking at the peaches |
| We’ll be walking on the beach |
| With the sand beneath our feet |
| And a peach within reach to the left and to the right |
| And since there all ripe then I just got to get me some |
| Cos I’m a man whose got a fetish for a peach and not a plum |
| She probably runs laps |
| Cos she’s got heathy lungs |
| Me I’m up with the sun and I’ll be down until it done |
| You need a little lotion, girl I’ll rub it in |
| When I’m… |
| Walking on the beaches |
| Looking at the peaches |