Peach - Allan Rayman

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