Dirty Peaches

(альбом: The Death Of Adam - 2008)

It's 88 Keys! And J*Davey! Dirty! Let's Go!

Sweet and sticky juicy thang
Summer comes and there you hang
Damn, can I taste you?
Not so ripe, but I can't wait
Want you dripping down my face
Please don't make me chase you

Can't control my appetite, right
When you tell me no
There I go
Doing what I shouldn't do
Barely know my wrong from rights
Crossed the lines to satisfy
Some hunger, great
Just to taste the way you used to

Hey, maybe because the deepest
Piece of all her sweetness
Ain't nothing but dirty peaches, boy
I guess nobody ever told you
No, you ain't supposed to
Do how you do
[Repeat]

Gushy, sugar pop
Every little drip and drop
I wish I had the decency to stop
And I can't control my appetite, right
When you tell me no
I take a bite
And wonder why you start to cry

Hey, maybe because the deepest
Piece of all her sweetness
Ain't nothing but dirty peaches, boy
I guess nobody ever told you
No, you ain't supposed to
Do how you do
[Repeat]

Don't do the things you do
Don't do the things you do
'Cause this little girl may grow up
Missing all of her sweetness
If you dirty up her peaches too soon, too soon

Don't you, do what you doing boy, don't do what you do
Don't you, do what you doing boy, don't do what you do
D-Don't you, do what you doing boy, don't do what you do
Don't do what you do
Oh, don't do what you doing man, don't do what you do

Oh my God, I forgot to tell you what else happened last night!
Adam only had a three-pack of Magnums, and he totally ran out!
But ole girl was like "Don't worry about it, baby! I'm on birth control! I'm clean! I'm good! Let's go!"