| Sweet and sticky juicy thang
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| Summer comes and there you hang
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| Damn, can I taste you?
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| Not so ripe, but I can’t wait
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| Want you dripping down my face
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| Please don’t make me chase you
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| Can’t control my appetite, right
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| When you tell me no
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| There I go
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| Doing what I shouldn’t do
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| Barely know my wrong from rights
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| Crossed the lines to satisfy
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| Some hunger, great
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| Just to taste the way you used to
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| Hey, maybe because the deepest
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| Piece of all her sweetness
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| Ain’t nothing but dirty peaches, boy
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| I guess nobody ever told you
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| No, you ain’t supposed to
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| Do how you do
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| Gushy, sugar pop
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| Every little drip and drop
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| I wish I had the decency to stop
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| And I can’t control my appetite, right
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| When you tell me no
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| I take a bite
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| And wonder why you start to cry
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| Don’t do the things you do
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| Don’t do the things you do
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| 'Cause this little girl may grow up
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| Missing all of her sweetness
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| If you dirty up her peaches too soon, too soon
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| Don’t you, do what you doing boy, don’t do what you do
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| Don’t you, do what you doing boy, don’t do what you do
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| D-Don't you, do what you doing boy, don’t do what you do
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| Don’t do what you do
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| Oh, don’t do what you doing man, don’t do what you do
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| Oh my God, I forgot to tell you what else happened last night!
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| Adam only had a three-pack of Magnums, and he totally ran out!
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| But ole girl was like «Don't worry about it, baby! |
| I’m on birth control!
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| I’m clean! |
| I’m good! |
| Let’s go!» |