Peaches

There are peaches growing on my trees
No one has ever seen peaches quite like these
The eaters and the pickers and the buyers agree
Even the bees are down on their knees

I wish I liked peaches

I've been invited to go to a dance
Sometimes a dance will lead you to romance
I'm fast on my feet, pretty good with my hands
I know when to retreat and when to advance

I wish I liked to dance

You got the bluest eyes and the perfect face
You're so attentive, you are every place
You read all the books that make you so smart
You've got the brains and such a big heart

I wish I could love you
I wish I could love you

There are peaches growing on my trees
No one has seen peaches quite like these
The pickers and the growers and the eaters agree
Even the bees are down on their knees

I wish I liked peaches
I wish I liked peaches
I wish I liked peaches

I wish I liked peaches
I wish I liked peaches
I wish I liked peaches