Dirty Peaches - 88-Keys, J*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

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

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

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

Don’t do the things you do

Don’t do the things you do

'Cause this little girl may grow up

Missing all of her sweetness

If you dirty up her peaches too soon, too soon

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

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!»