Miss Peaches wears an iron dress, And sweet pea likes bubbles, And if I had a scythe, I'd hack away all her troubles
Shortsellers under stress while the (?) doubles, I long to see, who lives amongst the ruins and her rubbles, Whoa, come on, there's a new Burma Shave, Ever since they told us we could recklessly misbehave
I got onto the website, I got chicken from a funnel, And every time we meet, I meet you in a Shanghai Tunnel, I could be wrong about everything, But I've seen the bells, and I heard them ring, This time I'm in no position to say anything
Miss Peaches bakes a lizard pie, and sweet pea just cries, There's a million other things She'd rather have than one of those pies, Troubled teens wanna die, and scoundrels tell lies, I long to know, what kind of yeast is making your bread rise, I'm happy as a clam, Ever since I did the right thing and forgot who I am
The guy I used to work with Became a prison whore, And ever since he got out , He gotta go back, back for more
I'm not asking for a reprieve But it's quite a tangled web we weave, I'm not asking you to believe anything, If you ask her to dance With a "how do you do?”
When she makes your acquaintance, she always turns blue, She's not one to breed, but she'll follow your lead, And she's dancing two-step tango away
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