peachland

You're hot like the thick Okaganan air in August
And you got a way of looking at me straight through to my heart
Your green eyes shine like the lights across the lake
So let's go lie down by my favourite place
Show me every little side of you no one's ever seen

Peaches
Sweet for a minute
Rotten in the next
I'll spit the pit
Can't crack you
But at least I'll have the flesh
Sweet for a minute
Rotten in the next
Peaches

Boy you've got it made like the snowbirds down in Scottsdale
And you got a way of making every bird feel like she's your main girl
So I'll let them preen and run and you can have your fun
But we both know winter's coming and then I'll be the one

Peaches
Sweet for a minute
Rotten in the next
I'll spit the pit
Can't crack you
But at least I'll have the flesh
Sweet for a minute
Rotten in the next
Peaches

Pentiction through to Westbank and Silver Lake
Someday someone's gonna give you everything
Down by the water in the blindest bay
I clean my teeth with BC leaf
It's never gonna change
Or is it?

Sweet for a minute
Rotten in the next
I'll spit the pit
Can't crack you
But at least I'll have the flesh
Sweet for a
Rotten in the
Sweet for a
Rotten in the
Sweet for a minute
Sick forever
Rotten in the next
Loathsome at last
I'll spit the pit, can't crack you
Break me down to nothing
But at least I got the flesh
But at least I had the best