Peaches

Senorita, I'd really love to meet ya

Maybe sip some Magarita on the beach to set the mood

And nothing would be sweeter

Believe me senorita

If I make ya I'll complete ya

So make make me rude

Please believe me

I'm young, free and I'm easy

And down for the sleazy

Infact I freak completely

From Brighton to Tahiti

You can see me

Walking on the beaches

Looking at the peaches

Don't get it twisted

Cos yeah I'm voyeuristic

But I aint some kind of misfit

That's watching your every move

No

I mean I watch ya

Your hot so I spot ya

And the way you work the middle got me thinking bout food

yo

Peach perhaps, watermelons and baps

While I'm trying to keep my rhymes

Slack free and attract ya yo

I'm the kind up early and packed to go

Walking on the beaches

Looking at the peaches

We'll be walking on the beach

With the sand beneath our feet

And a peach within reach to the left and to the right

And since there all ripe then I just got to get me some

Cos I'm a man whose got a fetish for a peach and not a plum

She probably runs laps

Cos she's got heathy lungs

Me I'm up with the sun and I'll be down until it done

You need a little lotion, girl I'll rub it in

When I'm…

Walking on the beaches

Looking at the peaches