Intermission I
Dang, girlie look pretty fly in those
Jeans right there, those tight jeans
Huh, girlie looks very wrong
Um, real nasty stank
Cootie cutters...
Ya know what Im talkin about
She needs a case of ho remover
This aint one cute behind
Chorus:
Ho remover
Just a sprinkle a day
Wipes your ho fate away
Has your ho been sprinkled today
She can be my ho any day...
song performed by by TLC
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Shoppin Around
(words & music by sid tepper - roy bennett - aaron schroeder)
You got the hugginest arms
The thrillinest eyes
Youre just my style
And youre just the right size
Gonna stop
Uh, shoppin around
Im gonna stop
Shoppin around cause I found the girlie Im lookin for
Oh, the very first time
You touched my lips
Took my little red book
And tore it to bits
Aint gonna be
Searchin no more
Im gonna stop
Shoppin around cause I found the girlie Im lookin for
Aint no other dolly Im wantin to hold
Hey, hey, baby
I really am sold on you
Ooh, ooh, such a pretty little package
I never did see
Gonna wrap you up and take you home with me
Im thrilled like never before
Im gonna stop
Shoppin around cause I found the girlie Im lookin for
Aint no other dolly Im wantin to hold
Hey, hey, baby
I really am sold on you
Ooh, ooh, such a pretty little package
I never did see
Gonna wrap you up and take you home with me
Im thrilled like never before
Im gonna stop
Shoppin around cause I found the girlie Im lookin for
Im gonna stop
Uh shoppin around
Im gonna stop
Uh shoppin around
Im gonna stop
Shoppin around
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Lookism
Black hair,
Blonde hair,
Brown hair,
And blue,
Earrings,
And nose rings,
And belly rings too,
Skinny jeans,
Baggy jeans,
Purple checkered and
Colored jeans too.
Looks and more looks
Are everywhere you look.
Their on TV
And in real life.
They are in church
And on the street.
We’re always concerned with our looks cuz they are all around.
They define
Loser
And punk
To preppy and
Rich.
What you look like describes your personality.
But why?
If you where tight jeans why must you be skater?
Of if you wear your hair black,
Why must you be punk or Goth?
It is all just in our heads,
You can wear tight jeans and be Goth,
Or black hair and be prep,
Why are looks so defining?
Because we make them so.
Why do people do this?
Hell if I know.
It is all just a mirage.
None of its real.
So why are looks such a big deal?
Why do we try and make believe,
If you look like that then you must be this?
There is no point to this strange behavior.
So lets stop this lookism and just get to someone despite how they look.
poem by BlackXWhiteFeathers Raven Mendez
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Jeans On
When I wake up in the mornin light
I pull on my jeans and I feel all right
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
Its the weekend, and I know that youre free
So pull on your jeans and come on out with me
Oh cause I need to have you near me,
I need to feel you close to me
I need to have you near me, I need to feel you close to me
You and me, well go motorbike ridin in the sun
And the wind and the rain
I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank
And Im king of the road again
Ill meet ya in the usual place
You dont need a thing except your pretty face, alright
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
Aw, here we go mama
You and me, well go motorbike ridin in the sun
And the wind and the rain
I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank
And Im king of the road again
When I wake up in the mornin light
I pull on my jeans and I feel all right
Hey I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
song performed by by Keith Urban
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Just Like That
Im all in the spot
Posted up
Park the drop
Chill in the cut
See a couple hots
Im like what up
Nigga on a watch tryin ta find me one...
Im in disguise
Far away parked my ride
Aint even wearing my ice
I dont need nothin to shine
[chorus]
Im looking for someone
Just like that
Hearing in her tongue
Just like that
Gotta have some fun and aint trippin on...
Does them freaky things (just like that)
Thick all in them jeans (just like that)
Goes down like submarines (just like that)
Just like that...(just like that)(just like that)
The musics bumpin
Sippin on cognac
Pushin up on somethin
Sho mack
She gotta paper on them jeans
Im tryin ta
Take off them paper then them jeans
Bringin mo game than kobe
On a good day
Tryin ta cross her over
In a good way
Ghetto, boughi, valley girl, hood rat
I want it all...
Just like that...
[(chorus) repeat 2x]
Somebody who burns in the kitchen
Maybe even has a couple chillings
Never be trippin and listen
Ready to try new positions
Got her own dough, maybe
We can drive matchin benzes
Baby is cool but has visions
Really puts it down in bed, with precision
Girlfriends in the back and toe lickin
Dont listen to the rumors from them bitches
[(chorus) repeat 2x]
I need a shorty thats down for whatever
Someone I can call on whenever
That can hold me down under pressure
A lady that got her own cheddar
Like yah your girl is cute, but dawgs, mines looks better
Gotta be real sweet and tender
Guys want a wife and not
Just hit her
Haters mad as
Cause Im wit her
Do you understand my niggas...
Shes gotta be...
Just like that...
song performed by by Next
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You Look Cute Today
Darling daughter, when on the phone,
I usually say, 'You look cute today.'
Bet you're wondering all on your own,
'Without seeing me, there’s no way.'
'Hair's a mess; no make-up in sight;
These jeans have seen a better day.
I can't be cute. That's not right.
What a thing for dear dad to say.'
Maybe I'm thinking how cute you were
At one, ten, twenty and more…
Sweet and kind with a beautiful mind
And a countenance for all to adore.
Even on the phone or when I'm alone,
I'm right each time I say that
I love you and miss you
And have no doubt that…
You look cute today!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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O’ Woman In Jeans
O’woman in jeans
you are modern
you are not bound in chains like
that one in saree
O‘ woman in jeans
you work and work
you don't need that multitude of suits with dupattas
few pairs of top and jeans is enough
O’ woman in jeans
you look more curvy more sensuous
even when you are fully covered
your hips your bust is far more powerful
than one in saree, in stiched suits
O’ woman in jeans
you can move you can run
you need no excuse like
that head covered women
you can thwart the attempts of rapist
O’ woman in jeans
you look sensuous
you look commanding
you look proud
you need not to play submissive
O woman in jeans
poem by Pawan Sharma
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The Blue Jeans I Remember
the blue jeans i remember
after a very cold season
in that coconut farm
tight blue jeans
smelling my swelling
legs
and dirty with saline
taste
unwashed in the corner
of my room
i always see your
warm hands
sliding
inside them
damn blue jeans
spare my sanity!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Luv Me, Luv Me
Shaggy:
Original lover, lover, mm, yeah, uh (yeah)
Catch a groove girl, catch a groove, thats right
Lover, lover, lover, mmm, shaggy, dj
A who da man dat love to make you moist and wet (uh)
A who da man dat love to make you moan and sweat (uh)
A who da man dat love to make you scream out yes (mr. lover, mr. lover)
A who da man dat love to make you moist and wet (uh)
A who da man that love to make you moan and sweet (uh)
A who da man dat love to make you scream out yes, naw (mr. lover)
Sugar
Sweet, succulent and fine
A twinkling eye on my darling divine
I love the way you move all the way youre designed
Your only lines are my mind, forget the corny line
Now let me hit you off with this question sign
You seem to be the type for me to wine and dine
A little candlelight dinner toasted over some wine
Well, I will hit you off with this lyrical rhyme
Now mr. lover keep her rockin, mr. lover keep her rockin
Mr. lover keep her rockin and swing
Now mr. lover keep her rockin, mr. lover keep her rockin
Mr. lover keep her rockin and swing
Chorus:
Janet:
Ooh boy, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go (thats right)
Once I get my hands on you (luv me, luv me, luv me sex machine)
Ooh boy, I love you so (mmm hmm)
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go (thats right, uh)
I hope you feel the same way too (you know dat)
Shaggy:
Step in my caravan of love
So I can love, gonna give you hotter rubs
Dem ever wet kissies wit dem brazen hugs
And now your sweet, silky body on my persian rug
While we sippin coke from da same ol mug
Im readin fortune cookies from the chines proverb
It had some great stuff written in it with some cool rub-a-dub
A little ol reminisce in the hot tub, huh
Janet:
Mr. lover, mr. lover, mr. lover (lets fog up some window sills, girl, uh)
Mr. lover (catch a groove back girl, catch a groove)
Mr. lover, mr. lover
Chorus
Shaggy:
Girlie, girlie
You woke up a real love machine
Girlie, girlie
I live to make your beat
Girlie, girlie
Huh, Ill hit you between da sheets
Girlie, girlie
Whoo, Ill make you moan and scream
Girlie, girlie
Yeah, you woke a real love machine
Girlie, girlie
Whoo, Ill hit you between the sheets
Girlie, girlie
Girl, you love to moan and scream
Girlie, girlie
You know what Im sayin (yeah)
Shuh
Girl, youre unique
Now let me take a whiff of that sweet physique
Youre the only girl allowed to make my heart stop beatin
Let me, ha, ha, start lickin, lets kick it heartlessly
To be the lady of your color is an honor indeed
Leave a lastin impression for weeks and weeks
I want to throw rose petals to your humble feet
Lay you gently on my sheet and sexercise you to sleep, huh
Janet:
Mr. lover, mr. lover, mr. lover (uh, yeah)
Mr. lover (catch a groove back girl, catch a groove)
Mr. lover, mr. lover
Mr. lover, mr. lover, mr. lover (lets fog up some window sills, baby)
Chorus
Shaggy:
The ladies still want me, hot like fire
If you come wit me, you, me, can retire
Anytime you model girl, an instant fire
Somehow your power with tommy hilfiger
nuff dat designer wan know your name
nuff of dem a put your picture in a picture frame
Wanna feel your body, man cant put no fame
Some model, of mi girl, and go enjoy your fame
Luv me, luv me, luv me, sex machine
Im guaranteed to make you moan and scream
Luve me, luv me, luv me, sex machine
Im guaranteed to make you moan and scream
Luv me, luv me, luv me, sex machine
Im guaranteed to make you moan and scream
Luv me, luv me, luv me, sex machine (mr. lover, mr. lover)
(ooh boy) I wanna tell this lady
So just come on, cause Im the original cupid (ooh boy)
Whoo, just like a stick through the arrow
Makin us mate, ha, ha, ha
(ooh boy) yeah, whoo
(ooh boy) cause Im the ladies choice
And the girls get moist for the sound of the baritone voice
You get that, you get that
Baby, lover
Sexy undercover, uh, uh
Mr. lover, uh, check out, check out
And I just love the way you just fog up my window sills, baby
Yeah, ooh (ooh boy)
(ooh boy) let me know
I aint gonna use no glow-in-the-dark you know what
It aint hard to see, baby, whoo (ooh boy)
Swing low, swing low, whoo, swing low (ooh boy)
Lovin all that, lovin all that, shake it, baby, shake it (ooh boy)
Dig it, dig it, dig it, I dig it, I get it, I dig dat, I dig dat (ooh boy)
Lover, lover (lover, lover)
Sexy undercover (lover, lover)
Rauncy mutha, mmm mmm, no, no
Check it out Im spinnin (lover, lover)
Whoo (ooh boy)
Catch a groove back girl, catch a groove back
Let dem know dat (ooh boy)
I love this little funky beat (ooh boy)
Terry lewis, jimmy jam said dat, uh (ooh boy)
Mr. lover (mr. lover)
Whoo
Wicked undercover (mr. lover)
Ill be your nighttime lover (mr. lover)
Wicked undercover (mr. lover)
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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I have jeans with holes in them and I have nice jeans. I have casual and I have dressy jeans. I've got all kinds.
quote by Amanda Seyfried
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I like a girl to look relaxed. Tight jeans and rock t-shirts are cute!
quote by Devon Werkheiser
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A Personal History and Mythology of Blue Jeans
In the old movies,
The women wore
Skirts and dresses.
Marilyn Monroe,
In “River of No Return”,
Had on tight blue jeans.
Mom wore dresses.
(Did women have legs,
Or were they
Like mermaids under there?
And why did they leave
a toilet full of blood, sometimes?)
In the mid ‘50s
She got some tight pants,
With green, vertical lines
And some kind of flower pattern.
She had legs, and an ass.
(toosie, she'd taught us to call it,
A word that sounds like a cushion.)
I felt embarrassed when she wore them.
Then she got a denim skirt.
“It looks like blue jeans! ”
Said my brother Fred.
It did, with stitched, white
Pockets on the rear.
I felt I’d die, that eyes,
My own included,
Would rivet on Mother’s ass.
Blue jeans were for boys.
(Our mythologies, they say,
Determine how we dress—
In this case, how our parents
Dressed us, after the War,
In cities and in suburbs,
Little cowboys everywhere,
Kicking soccer balls
And sliding slides,
Who’d never plowed a field
Or herded cows.
I fantasized of boys, back then,
For blue jeans x-rayed bodies
With their pockets
And their rivets
And their stitches.
“This is beyond
Naked, ” I’d say to myself,
Wondering “Why isn’t it
Against the law? ”
Of course, I never asked aloud.)
And then, in junior high,
One shapely girl
started wearing
Tight blue jeans.
She found the secret first.
(Maybe she’d seen
“River of No Return”.)
Today, half the women
Who walk into the coffee shop
Are clad in that blue intrigue.
After 40 years of contemplation,
My mind still cannot penetrate
The intrigue and the mystery
Or dethrone the mythology
Of those streamlined bodies
That help to bring my world alive,
though clothed
In its illusions.
Creepin Jean
Youre not leaving so descreet,
Just creeping out on me.
Your dizzy head, and smoky eyes,
Youll find some others bed to sleep.
So dont look back, it is too late,
No story to be told.
This creepin mess you left for me,
Promising that youd be home.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
Your dirty friends and underwear,
Keep hanging round my room.
The lonely pictures that you paint
Are creepin to their doom.
So dont look back it is too late,
No story to be told.
These creepin friends you left for me,
Saying your promise to be home.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
song performed by by Kinks
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All Hat, No Cattle
(roger brown/tommy conners)
See that boy standing there by the dance floor
Hes lookin like the marlboro man
Starched shirt, starched jeans, big trophy buckle
And an empty copenhagen can
Hes talkin cowboy this and cowboy that
Well Ill bet one things for sure
The only stampede that hes ever seen
Is the clearance at the western store
All hat and no cattle, that boy just aint real
All boots and no saddle, dont know how to make a cowgirl feel
Think Im gonna tell him to pack up his act
And go back where he came from
cause all hat and no cattle aint gonna get it done
Hes just a smooth-talkin, long-tall slow-walkin
Srugstore-made-up dude
So honey dont you fall for that fake texas drawl
He aint right for you
What you needs a man that aint just a hat stand
When you get him home
Well, I dont look like much, but I can sure saddle up
And ride with you all night long
All nat and no cattle, that boy just aint real
All boots and no saddle, dont know how to make a cowgirl feel
Think Im gonna tell him to pack up his act
And go back where he came from
cause all hat and no cattle aint gonna get it done
All hat and no cattle aint gonna get it done
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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I Like Your Style
[kool keith]
Hey girl, swing it over here with your long legs
Let the master work, let the master flirt
Yes, you look good in that mini-skirt
I gotta tell ya, sweet and i can smell ya
Mmmm, what you wearin, liz claiborne?
Giorgio, or that other stuff avon?
You walk away, but love, i still follow you
And if i had a chance, i may swallow you
Chew you like doublemint, gum like spearmint
Juicy fruit, i'm a real live brother
Respectable man, talkin to you undercover
Watch, look, i like the way you smile
Yeah baby, i like your style
Chorus: {*singers*}
I like your style (so baby let me tell you)
I like your style (i really really want you)
Girl i like your style, the way you wear your smile
I like your style
Everytime i get with you you seem to blow my mind
I like your style
[ced gee]
Yo listen baby
It takes more than a boomin system
To turn my head, make me flip and listen
You gotta know how to walk, you gotta know how to talk
You gotta know how to stand, you gotta know how to smile
You gotta know how to wiggle, you gotta know how to move
Just to catch my attention
Now after that you gotta have a personality
I'm talkin class, not a skeezer's mentality
Know when to wear your jeans, how to wear your jeans
And where to tear your jeans, and when to keep the jeans
Hangin in the closet
And when it's time to wear a fly silk dress
You wear it well - i like your style
Chorus
[kool keith]
You cold mack at the clubs with your girlfriends
You ain't lookin for games or no boyfriends
A kid tryin to kick the dil-deally line
A fake rap or two, a hillbilly line
I get smooth and offer you a big drink
I like the way, you're pumpin in hot pink
Italian, black, you could be puerto rican
Yo give me your number, i'ma call you on the weekend
You got a head on your shoulders, plus i like that
You ain't no dummy no fool, i still like that
Style, body, you're perfectly fine
Remember kool keith, the man worth the while
Yeah, i like your style
Chorus
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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How Can You Do It Alone
Saw a man about fifty or so
Saw a man about fifty or so
He looked lonely but his eyes were bright
He looked lonely but his eyes were bright
He was walking up the holland park road
He was walking up the holland park road
And I stopped him to ask for a light
And I stopped him to ask for a light
He practacally froze when I spoke
He practacally froze when I spoke
But eased when he saw my cigarette
But eased when he saw my cigarette
Then I saw as he lit up my smoke
Then I saw as he lit up my smoke
Beneath his coat he was naked and wet
Beneath his coat he was naked and wet
With eyes full of shame
With eyes full of shame
For he knew that I knew
For he knew that I knew
He slumped to the wall with a moan
He slumped to the wall with a moan
I said i know theres no name
I said I know theres no name
For what you go through
For what you go through
But how can you do it alone.
But how can you do it alone.
I crossed the street to the local newstore
I crossed the street to the local newstore
Flicked through some cheap magazines
Flicked through some cheap magazines
Beside me some schoolkid I saw
Beside me some schoolkid I saw
Push some girlie mags down into his jeans
Push some girlie mags down into his jeans
The shop girl was watching amazed
The shop girl was watching amazed
Asked me to call for the police.
Asked me to call for the police.
She screamed at his blushing young face
She screamed at his blushing young face
And he escaped into the streets.
And he escaped into the streets.
With eyes full of shame etc.
With eyes full of shame etc.
Do it alone, how can you do it alone,
Do it alone, how can you do it alone,
I need your help, so I can do it by myself.
I need your help, so I can do it by myself.
Do it alone, dont have to breathe down a phone
Do it alone, dont have to breathe down a phone
I aint got a clue, bout the things that you do
I aint got a clue, bout the things that you do
But how...can you do it alone.
But how...can you do it alone.
How can you do it.
How can you do it.
Back at the flat my girl sat in the shower
Back at the flat my girl sat in the shower
And wasnt too keen on me sharing
And wasnt too keen on me sharing
She came out well after an hour
She came out well after an hour
And by that time I was past caring
And by that time I was past caring
Some women it seems have the knack
Some women it seems have the knack
Of attaining that stars in their dreams
Of attaining that stars in their dreams
They simply relax and lay back
They simply relax and lay back
While people like us scratch our jeans.
While people like us scratch our jeans.
With eyes full of shame
With eyes full of shame
And I know it must show
And I know it must show
I slump - and I fall and I groan
I slump - and I fall and I groan
Will somebody explain
Will somebody explain
What I need to know
What I need to know
How can you do it alone.
How can you do it alone.
How can you do it.
How can you do it.
How can you do it without any help
How can you do it without any help
How can you do it all by yourself.
How can you do it all by yourself.
song performed by by Who
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Everybody Needs Somebody Sometimes
Everybody Needs Somebody Sometime
Jewel
(This Way)
Mary heard boys talkin' in voices low
Saying she weren't no spring chicken
Like she didn't already know
So she called up Jack from a few years back
She turned him down once in his one-room shack
She said, "Now baby, you don't look that bad"
CHORUS
'Cause everybody needs someone sometime
Everybody needs someone, can't you see
Everybody needs someone sometime
Spivey Leeks was a drip of a man
He looked like a potato shoved into jeans
He recollects, it wasn't that long ago
That he could walk by, make the young girls scream
But he thought he'd just let it all slide, let it all pass
'Cause he thought love was best on the run
He said, "Now baby, it don't seem that fun"
CHORUS
Hey there, Honey Bee
Will you give me... sugar
And if you shake real cute
I might give you some... sugar
I was doing alright on my own but now I just might take you home...sugar
Sister Mary used to be a nun
She thought that she'd retire and have her some fun
Mr. Joe (of the Philadelphia Joes)
Well, he worked in the Post Office all night
He said, "Hey Sweetheart, you know you look alright"
CHORUS
From Alex ([email protected])
song performed by by Jewel
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Sophisticated Lady
Sophisticated lady tryn to change my ways
Just because youre caught in your social maze.
I think its about time that you realize
Your money and your powers got you mesmerized.
Pretty lady.
Get back.
Pretty lady.
Sophisticated lady put your blue jeans on,
Youre anybodys baby when your mamas gone.
Educated lady with your college degree,
Amazes me why you just cant see.
Learned evrything from your books on the shelf,
But no one ever taught you how to think for yourself.
Pretty lady.
Get back.
Pretty lady.
Sophisticated lady put your blue jeans on,
Youre anybodys baby when your mamas gone.
Sophisticated lady , take a lesson from me,
I can help you be what you want to be.
Together well see many brighter days,
If it takes forever, gonna change your ways. pretty lady.
Sweet thing.
Pretty lady.
Sophisticated lady put your blue jeans on,
Youre anybodys baby when your mamas gone.
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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I poured spot remover on my dog. Now he's gone.
quote by Steven Wright
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Georgia Peaches
(ronnie vanzant -- steve gaines)
Well, you can see her walkin down on peachtree street
She got high-heeled shoes and a dot on her cheek
Shes lookin good, shes headed downtown
Aint got no money, honey
She knows her way around
I think shes cute, think shes cute as she can be
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
Well these georgia peaches
Son they know their way around
They can take your money, son before you get sight of town
Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine
Nine out of ten of them gonna sell you a dime
I think theyre cute, think theyre cute as they can be
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
Well, peaches, peaches
Love them georgia peaches
Well, peaches, peaches
Love them georgia peaches
Well them georgia peaches
Sure do got the style
Theyll steal your heart with a southern smile
Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine
The older they get, I swear its like good wine
I think theyre cute, think theyre cute as they can be
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
I just seem to fall in love with the wrong things
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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I was a tomboy right from the time I was a kid and loved to be like that. I'd hate all the girlie things. Well my best friends as a kid have been boys. I get along best with the opposite sex. I guess that's the case with most people though!
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