| Well, you can see her walkin' down on Peachtree Street
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| She got high-heeled shoes and a dot on her cheek
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| She’s lookin' good, she’s headed downtown
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| Ain’t got no money, honey
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| She knows her way around
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| I think she’s cute, think she’s cute as she can be
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| Talkin' about a funny talkin', honk-tonking Georgia Peach
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| Well these Georgia Peaches
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| Son they know their way around
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| They can take your money, son before you get sight of town
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| Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine
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| Nine out of ten of them gonna sell you a dime
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| I think they’re cute, think they’re cute as they can be
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| Talkin' about a funny talkin', honk-tonking Georgia Peach
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| Well, peaches, peaches
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| Love them Georgia Peaches
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| Well, peaches, peaches
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| Love them Georgia Peaches
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| Well them Georgia Peaches
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| Sure do got the style
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| They’ll steal your heart with a Southern smile
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| Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine
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| The older they get, I swear its like good wine
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| I think they’re cute, think they’re cute as they can be
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| Talkin' about a funny talkin', honk-tonking Georgia Peach
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| Talkin' about a funny talkin', honk-tonking Georgia Peach
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| I just seem to fall in love with the wrong things |