PEACH 

WRITER PRINCE





Uh-oh here she come

She got them gold hot pants on again

Yeah man

I wanna talk, but I dunno

She's a Peach

She was dark, she was tan

She made me glad to be a man

She was young, she was smart

Just one glance and she stole my heart

The kinda girl you wanna teach 

She's a Peach

Summertime, feelin' fine, getting wild

All that's on my mind

Here she come, dressed in red

Get her done, is all that's in my head

Her hot pants can't hide her cheeks

She's a Peach

She was pure, every ounce

I was sure, when her titties bounced

Every way, she's a winner

Turn a gay preacher to a sinner

No one you want your mama meet

She's a Peach

This is a girl plays hard 2 get

I would die if I kissed her

I would try, but I'm last on her list

She's so cool and I'm so ugly

I'd be a fool, to think she could love me

This kinda girl's always out of reach

She's a Peach

Peach