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