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My Peachie Baby
My peachie baby with sparkling green eyes
That glow like stars in the midnight sky
Short red hair the color of crimson
Soft sweet lips that were and for kissin
Hands with a tender touch and a strong grip
A cute little waist with small hips
Legs strengthen from soccer and running
And with a soft touch I could tickle her funny
Her smile is pretty, teeth white as milk
Her skin right for touching, smooth as silk
Her voice is pretty as chirping birds
Those sweet lips produce sweet words
She has the cutest little feet
Until she walks on pavement or concrete
Her hair and neck always smell sweet
Like strawberries, cherries or some other treat
When we locked finger together or put my hands across her waist
Time seemed to slow, no reason to rush or haste
When I looked into her eyes, time stood still
There were too many good things to feel
When our lips would meet and our tongues would touch
The emotion between us was just too much
There were more sparks then the Fourth of July
And more heat then a fresh baked pie
I wish for another chance for us to grow
How big can we get no one knows
I wish for another chance to gain your trust
Because you back I m y life is a must
I wish for another chance so your heart I could win
I wish for you to be my peachie baby again
That glow like stars in the midnight sky
Short red hair the color of crimson
Soft sweet lips that were and for kissin
Hands with a tender touch and a strong grip
A cute little waist with small hips
Legs strengthen from soccer and running
And with a soft touch I could tickle her funny
Her smile is pretty, teeth white as milk
Her skin right for touching, smooth as silk
Her voice is pretty as chirping birds
Those sweet lips produce sweet words
She has the cutest little feet
Until she walks on pavement or concrete
Her hair and neck always smell sweet
Like strawberries, cherries or some other treat
When we locked finger together or put my hands across her waist
Time seemed to slow, no reason to rush or haste
When I looked into her eyes, time stood still
There were too many good things to feel
When our lips would meet and our tongues would touch
The emotion between us was just too much
There were more sparks then the Fourth of July
And more heat then a fresh baked pie
I wish for another chance for us to grow
How big can we get no one knows
I wish for another chance to gain your trust
Because you back I m y life is a must
I wish for another chance so your heart I could win
I wish for you to be my peachie baby again
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My Peachie Baby
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