Lyrics Trick Or Treat - Peaches

Trick Or Treat

I drink a whiskey leap
you lick my crows feet
straight skirt
kick wheat
automatic overheat
sugar beat
tastin sweet
proposition incomplete
truth, dare, i don’t care
promise to repeat
keep my clothes kinky
and hole in the sheet
never go to bed without a piece of raw meat
keep my clothes kinky
and hole in the sheet
never go to bed without a piece of raw meat
you could be my trick
you could be my treat
discreet
off the street
throwin down the window seat
you could be my trick
you could be my treat
if you be discreet
off the street
throwin back the window seat
in a public tub
you kiss my micro glove
bubble jet, wont budge
i’m the girl you hate to scrub
body cup
fill her up
competition not enough
zeus hair
hes a bear
diamond in the muff
keep my clothes kinky
and hole in the sheet
never go to bed without a piece of raw meat
keep my clothes kinky
and hole in the sheet
never go to bed without a piece of raw meat
you could be my trick
you could be my treat
discreet
off the street
throwin down the window seat
you could be my trick
you could be my treat
if you be discreet
off the street
throwin back the window seat
there’s nothin wrong with a little bit of uh ah
there’s nothin wrong with a little bit of uh ah
there’s nothin wrong with a little bit of uh ah
there’s nothin wrong with a little bit of uh ahhh
there’s nothin wrong with a lot a lotta uh ah
there’s nothin wrong with a lot a lotta uh ah
there’s nothin wrong with a lot a lotta uh ah
there’s nothin wrong with a lot a lotta uh ahhh
you could be my trick
you could be my treat
discreet
off the street
throwin down the window seat
you could be my trick
you could be my treat
if you be discreet
off the street
throwin back the window seat
you could be my trick
you could be my treat
you could be my trick
you could be my treat
there’s nothin wrong with a little bit of uh ah
there’s nothin wrong with a little bit of uh ah
there’s nothin wrong with a little bit of uh ah
there’s nothin wrong with a little bit of.