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. Under the peach trees, under the peach trees. Under the peach trees, there I will be. Will be until you come and get me 'Cause I'm so tired of waiting in restaurants. Reading the critics and comics
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got something to say. And I cant wait to hear it. Won't let her get away Open the window man to smell the peach blossom. The tiger lily, the merry-gold. Oh yeah, oh my goodness. You gonna love
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sweet, black peach Bold as the daylight, shooting off your mouth. You laugh like a belle but you've never been south. Walking like a cowboy, kissing like a flame. You'll let him in your heart, but
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Everywhere you go its the talk of the day,. Everywhere you go you hear people say,. That the Special Patrol them are murderers (murderers),. We can't make them get no further,. The SPG them are
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Peach eyes and blue skies. I'll be with you on your ride. It's on the moonlight. How many songs I write. You'll be my sunlight. How could I not rely on you, peach eyes. You're mine. As soon as I
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Like peach, smellin' like peach, yeah. And she tell me like peach, ayy, ooh. She got an A star in a DNA test. Drive a Jaguar but she driving reckless. Don't you know?. Don't you know?. I play my
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. That you really don't care?. . When you know darn well. I'm falling for you. Yeah baby, little darling. Sugar, peach, plum, honey. I'm falling for you. . So watch your step. I've set my traps to
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Bài hát You Can Thank Dixie (Duet With Randy Owen) - Jake Owen. If you ever ate a peach from down in Georgia. Or just like me you're a die-hard Earnhardt fan. And if you ever had a sip Of ol' Jack
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to you. Not up to me, not up to you The swings don't swing, the parks been dead for years. How do you know your last swing weren't the last for God. Hard book on freaks, fresh summer peach. Creased
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swings don't swing the parks been dead for years how do you. Know the last swing weren't your last for good hard book on freaks fresh summer. Peach creased magazine sugar chocolate treat who's to know
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thinking of you. I wonder who I'll find this time. To turn my head for awhile. Maybe I'll pick a Georgia peach. Or maybe walk a mile. Whichever way it. Don't much make a damn what I do. 'Cause either way
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swings don't swing the parks been dead for years how do you. Know the last swing weren't your last for good hard book on freaks fresh summer. Peach creased magazine sugar chocolate treat who's to know
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that we can go. New York, Vegas, to overseas. Ain't nothing like rolling with a Georgia peach. Verse 1. You can't seem to get me off your brain. Going crazy, about to go insane. I won't stop until you
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