Songtexte: Peaches. I Feel Cream. Trick Or Treat.

i drink a whiskey leap
you lick my crows feet
straight skirt
kick wheat
automatic overheat
sugar beat
tastin sweet
proposition incomplete
truth, dare, i dont care
promise to repeat

keep my clothes kinky
and hole in the sheet
never go to bed without a piece of raw meat
keep my clothes kinky
and hole in the sheet
never go to bed without a piece of raw meat

you could be my trick
you could be my treat
discreet
off the street
throwin down the window seat
you could be my trick
you could be my treat
if you be discreet
off the street
throwin back the window seat

in a public tub
you kiss my micro glove
bubble jet, wont budge
im the girl you hate to scrub
body cup
fill her up
competition not enough
zeus hair
hes a bear
diamond in the muff

keep my clothes kinky
and hole in the sheet
never go to bed without a piece of raw meat
keep my clothes kinky
and hole in the sheet
never go to bed without a piece of raw meat

you could be my trick
you could be my treat
discreet
off the street
throwin down the window seat
you could be my trick
you could be my treat
if you be discreet
off the street
throwin back the window seat

theres nothin wrong with a little bit of uh ah
theres nothin wrong with a little bit of uh ah
theres nothin wrong with a little bit of uh ah
theres nothin wrong with a little bit of uh ahhh
theres nothin wrong with a lot a lotta uh ah
theres nothin wrong with a lot a lotta uh ah
theres nothin wrong with a lot a lotta uh ah
theres nothin wrong with a lot a lotta uh ahhh

you could be my trick
you could be my treat
discreet
off the street
throwin down the window seat
you could be my trick
you could be my treat
if you be discreet
off the street
throwin back the window seat

you could be my trick
you could be my treat
you could be my trick
you could be my treat

theres nothin wrong with a little bit of uh ah
theres nothin wrong with a little bit of uh ah
theres nothin wrong with a little bit of uh ah
theres nothin wrong with a little bit of..