Peach - The Weather Machine, String, Drra

save it for a rich man’s fire

or maybe for a warmer night

you’re as pretty as a peach

but you’re gonna make me cynical

and you wouldnt wanna do that love

take my smile away

it’s the only thing i’ve got

and i’m not gonna give it up

so spare me the gleam in your eyes

oh spare me the lingering words

spare me your time

and the elegant way that you curse

'cause if not love i’m headed for worse

for rain n' storm n' for shame

like a choir soprano without a choir

or an empty stage

so save it for a rich man’s fire

or maybe for a warmer night

you’re as pretty as a peach

but you’re gonna make me cynical

and i wouldnt wanna do that to ya love

wouldnt wanna make you carry that around

the stars could come out and the birds’d

start singin' we’d never even know it

and i’ve got everything that i could want

as long as you don’t take a hold

take a hold of my mind

so save it for a rich mans fire

for someone who could give you what you need

like an actual poet with lines that could make you beleive

cause youre a dear, you’re all right

you’re a light in the dark

you were made for the part

youre a peach, or pretty as