Peach Pickin' Time Down in Georgia - Hank Snow

As we’re holding hands

Kiss your neck and dance

We’re may beliefs

Together

We laugh and cry, and dance the night

In may beliefs

The taste of your lips

And the way your wear your hair

And the solar eclipse

As we stand and we glare

Lalala, dadada, la (coughs)

Scarf and a gold teeth, crooked the villain

As false mythical spirit to make her suck it

You see a lot of girls play to pretend

When the spilled ink leaks to the bottom of the pen

He with the microphone, should have been a gym coach

Swap bad grades for Chanel and designer coke

I used to kiss her, way before the blister

Fattest ass cheeks, and ran a train on her sister

Fickle like the nickle, shine beaming on her green stone

Laces with the hole, and a sticker made of fresh scones

My best friend, my very best coochie

Not a class clown, but appeared real groovy

And yeah, we had sex all over in the bathroom

Shades on, packing like a rascal out in Cancun

And can you blame him, growing up a lost soul?

So damn nervous, probably put it in the wrong hole

Damn, god damn, don’t say it

Whatever 'bout this twitch, he was a villain when naked

The type of chick that put the ring on your finger

Disfiguring the fleshbone, scrape her with a whisper

I keep dreaming, oh shit, the blunt’s lingering

Support your local drug dealer, four fidda split a can

Walking 'round town with the girl of my dreams, in my brain

Thoughts keep lingering, like I won’t ever fuck again

Shadows of emotion, while I’m singing in the ocean

Just leave me alone, alone…

He had a black face, innit

Her with the ass fat swoll out naked

Stationary shotgun, Snapchat her momma (Yo mom)

Telling 'em my girl’s got the keys to my Honda

What a shame, and it’s a borderline travesty

The chromosome lacking, with a spit from her cavity

Annoy the sanity, jewels from your majesty

Waking up sweaty, with the wet dream fantasy

I mean I hit it, confusion of the first degree

Swole to the lip bone, bleeding gums murphy

And I even sucked her toes on some other shit

But she got a tat of his ego on her left tit

You see a lot of girls play to pretend

When the spilled ink leaks to the bottom of the pen

But whatever, she tried to be clever

At least I still got the North Face sweater