Dirty Peaches

Lyrics
[Intro: 88-Keys] It's 88-Keys And J*DaVeY Dirty, let's go! [Pre-Verse: Jack Davey] Sweet and sticky juicy thang Summer comes and there you hang Damn, can I taste you? Not so ripe, but I can't wait Want you dripping down my face Please don't make me chase you [Verse 1: Jack Davey] Can't control my appetite, right When you tell me no There I go Doing what I shouldn't do Barely know my wrong from rights Crossed the lines to satisfy Some hunger, great Just to taste the way you used to [Chorus: Jack Davey] Hey, maybe because the deepest Piece of all her sweetness Ain't nothing but dirty peaches, boy I guess nobody ever told you No, you ain't supposed to Do how you do, well Maybe because the very deepest Piece of all her sweetness Ain't nothing but dirty peaches, boy I guess nobody ever told you No, you ain't supposed to Do how you do [Verse 2: Jack Davey] Gushy, sugar pop Every little drip and drop I wish I had the decency to stop And I can't control my appetite, right When you tell me no I take a bite And wonder why you start to cry [Chorus: Jack Davey] Hey, maybe because the deepest Piece of all her sweetness Ain't nothing but dirty peaches, boy I guess nobody ever told you No, you ain't supposed to Do how you do, well Maybe because the very deepest Piece of all her sweetness Ain't nothing but dirty peaches, boy I guess nobody ever told you No, you ain't supposed to Do how you do [Bridge: Jack Davey] Don't do the things you do Don't do the things you do 'Cause this little girl may grow up (To be) Missing all of her sweetness (If you) dirty up her peaches Too soon, too soon [Refrain: Jack Davey] Don't you, do what you doing boy, don't do what you do Don't you, do what you doing boy, don't do what you do D-Don't you, do what you doing boy, don't do what you do Don't do what you do Oh, don't do what you doing, man, don't do what you do [Outro] Oh my God, I forgot to tell you what else happened last night! Adam only had a three-pack of Magnums, and he totally ran out! But ole girl was like "Don't worry about it, baby! I'm on birth control! I'm clean! I'm good! Let's go!"
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Credits
- Writers
- Linda McCartney
- Paul McCartney
- Jack Davey (J*Davey)
- Brook D’Leau
- 88-Keys