Allan Rayman

Peach


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Used two fingers to find the pulse
My subject's here, alive and well
Cold body, she's too cold
Mm, oh I used two fingers on my love
To trigger the response I love
Cold bodies were both cold
Mm-mm, and I never felt so sentimental
'Bout something so simple before
Mm-mm, didn't think I'd had it figured out
I'd never had it all figured out before

Mm-mm (our peach is peach, this peach, this peach)
Oh, my love, mm-mm (our peach is peach, this peach, this peach)
My love, mm-mm (our peach is peach, this peach, this peach)
Oh, my love

I've been so heavy fixed lately
I forget the rule of thumb
I thought of peach, but a peach is a peach
It's all the same taste to my tongue
Cold bodies are too cold
Cold bodies, oh, oh, cold

Mm-mm (our peach is peach, this peach, this peach)
Oh, my love, mm-mm (our peach is peach, this peach, this peach)
My love, mm-mm (our peach is peach, this peach, this peach)
Oh, my love

Mm-mm (our peach is peach, this peach, this peach)
Oh, my love, mm-mm (our peach is peach, this peach, this peach)
My love, mm-mm (our peach is peach, this peach, this peach)
Oh, my love, mm-mm (our peach is peach, this peach, this peach)
Oh, my love


Writer/s: Brendan Rayman, Lee Freedman, Michael Lemmo, Myles Schwartz, Spencer Muscio