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Robin and the Backstabbers -  . /în /îm /pre //ună .

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Cruisin’ down 75 with the top rolled back,
Ray-Bans on and her boots up on the dash.
That sundress swayin’, Lord, have mercy,
That peach so sweet, drippin’ down like honey.
She’s got that slow-roll, two-step shake,
Like a backroad rhythm on a tailgate break…
She’s my Georgia peach, ripe and gold,
Sugar so sweet, gonna take my soul.
When she walks by, every heart beats fast,
Like a summer storm rollin’ in too fast.
She’s my Georgia peach, fresh off the vine,
Lord, she’s fire, and she’s mine!
Moonlight glow, yeah, she’s shinin’ bright,
Spinnin’ me ‘round in the neon light.
Slide guitar cryin’, bass walkin’ mean,
That thing back there got a mind of its own, it seems.
She’s got that slow-roll, two-step shake,
Like a backroad rhythm on a tailgate break…
She’s my Georgia peach, ripe and gold,
Sugar so sweet, gonna take my soul.
When she walks by, every heart beats fast,
Like a summer storm rollin’ in too fast.
She’s my Georgia peach, fresh off the vine,
Lord, she’s fire, and she’s mine!
From the Chattahoochee to the neon glow,
Ain’t a soul in the room that don’t already know…
She’s my Georgia peach, ripe and gold,
Sugar so sweet, got me losin’ control.
When she moves, yeah, the whole world stops,
Like a steel-string slide on a country rock bop!
She’s my Georgia peach, smooth and fine,
And Lord, I’m hers, and she’s mine!
Yeah, that Georgia heat ain’t got nothin’ on her,
That peach too good to let go, that’s for sure…


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Emanuel Wolf Gavrila

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