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A flirty dance-pop track with a funky, percussive groove — somewhere between a Bo Diddley stomp and a smooth late-night island beat. Peaches in Paradise is all about warm water, warm nights, and those clean-dirty double entendres that make a vacation feel a little too fun. Bouncey synths, a rolling rhythm, and a playful rap break keep the whole thing moving like a live-theater production number. Turn it up and let the sweetness grow.

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(c) 2025 Ggreg Snyder

[Verse 1]
Sun’s out, shoreline burning bright,
Salt air, warm waves, feels just right.
Splashin’ in blue with a wild grin,
Every breeze hits soft on my skin.
Little sparks pop off everywhere,
Whole day buzzing like summer air.

[Pre-Chorus]
But when the daylight slips behind the waves,
That’s when the magic really misbehaves…

[Chorus]
Peaches in paradise,
Moving to the rhythm in the moon’s soft light,
Sweet on the tongue but a little impolite —
Yeah, my peaches in paradise.

[Verse 2]
Drinks cold, sugar rim on the glass,
Staff smiles every time we pass.
Some girls showed up with half a bikini,
Guess luggage space was kinda teeny.
Warm water wraps me, soft and slow,
Nights heat up with that island grow.

[Pre-Chorus]
’Cause when the last sun-streak fades from the bay,
That’s when the real games come out to play…

[Chorus — Variation]

Peaches in paradise,
Bodies getting closer when the stars burn bright,
Sweet little trouble in the pale-blue night —
Yeah, my peaches in paradise.

[Bridge]
Saw you with your girls, all laughing in a ring,
Didn’t wanna interrupt — didn’t wanna be that thing.
So I slid an invite, said, “Bring ’em if you like,”
Turned my room into a party by the end of the night.
No lines crossed — unless you count the lines we traced,
Just peaches everywhere, all perfectly placed.

[Rap / Breakdown]
We got juice in the cooler, heat on blast,
Peaches on the playlist shakin’ that fast.
You said, “Behave,” girl — that ain’t me,
I’m the guy who turns midnight into three.
No names, no trouble, only that glow,
Half bikinis everywhere — “must’ve lost ’em,” you know?
If sweetness is a crime, then go lock me up —
Paradise poured out in a plastic cup.

[Final Chorus]
Peaches in paradise,
Caught up in the rhythm till the sunrise bite,
Too sweet to stop and too wild to fight —
Yeah, my peaches in paradise.

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