She's a fine peach
She's a fine peach,
Upon the beach
Sashaying,
Down the shore, sashaying
Down the shore
Her warm dress kisses the wind,
Her warm dress kisses the wind,
Her warm dress kisses the wind
Miles away from the bustle,
Miles away from the hustle
My peach in the mascara evenings, my peach
In the mascara evenings
She's a fine peach,
She's a fine peach,
Upon the beach,
My peach in the mascara,
My peach in the mascara,
My peach in the mascara,
Mascara evenings,
Mascara evenings
Reynaldo Casison
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