| Uh-oh, here she come
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| She got them gold hot pants on again
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| Yeah man
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| I wanna talk, but I don’t know her
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| She’s a peach
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| She was dark — she was tan
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| She made me glad 2 be a man
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| She was young — she was smart
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| Just one glance and she stole my heart
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| The kinda girl U wanna teach
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| She’s a peach
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| Summertime, feelin' fine
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| Gettin' wild all that’s on my mind
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| Here she come dressed in red
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| Get her done is all that’s in my head
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| Her hot pants can’t hide her cheeks
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| She’s a peach
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| Hey
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| She was pure, every ounce
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| I was sure when her titties bounced
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| Every way she’s a winner
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| Turn a gay preacher 2 a sinner
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| No one U want your mama meet
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| She’s a peach
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| (Look at that girl playin' hard 2 get)
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| I would die if I kissed her
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| I would try, but I’m last on her list
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| She’s so cool and I’m so ugly
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| I’d be a fool 2 think she could love me
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| This kinda girl’s always outta reach
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| She’s a peach
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| Hey
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| She’s a peach
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| Hey |