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Peaches

 

Peaches


[Chorus:]
Moving to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving to the country,
Gonna eat me a lot of peaches
Moving to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
(Wow)

Peaches come from a can,
they were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way,
I'd eat peaches every day
Sun-soaking bulges in the shade

[Chorus]

Take a little naps where the roots all twist
Squished a rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you, woman,
I poked my finger down inside
Make a little room a man to hide
Nature's candy in my hand or can or a pie

Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free
Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free
Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free
Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free

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