I got late night peaches
On short leashes
In my head
It's that black white ruffle
My mind starts shuffling
When it's time for bed
I got lots to say
But my tongue's given out
I got that back door mind
But my heart is beating prying
On that front door
O lord lord
Working with you's like
Mowing on wet grass
Changing your moods like
Giving me whiplash
You hair is abundant
It's all around the room
She goes to bed
A little too soon
She looked to the left
And never looked back
And I said that I meant it
But I never meant that
I'm feeling you
She said it's the way that it's going to work out
Cause I was too damn wrong
And the taste I have is gone
O lord lord
Working with you's like
Mowing on wet grass
Changing your moods like
Giving me whiplash
You hair is abundant
It's all around the room
She goes to bed
A little too soon
She looked to the left
And never looked back
And I said that I meant it
But I never meant that
I'm feeling you
Baby grow your hair down to the floor
I need you baby
I won't stay up late anymore
I need you baby
Turn around now I got nowhere to go
I won't say shit if I don't mean it
I won't say shit anymore
I'm feeling you
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I got late night peaches
On short leashes
In my head
It's that black white ruffle
My mind starts shuffling
When it's time for bed
I got lots to say
But my tongue's given out
I got that back door mind
But my heart is beating prying
On that front door
O lord lord
Working with you's like
Mowing on wet grass
Changing your moods like
Giving me whiplash
You hair is abundant
It's all around the room
She goes to bed
A little too soon
She looked to the left
And never looked back
And I said that I meant it
But I never meant that
I'm feeling you
She said it's the way that it's going to work out
Cause I was too damn wrong
And the taste I have is gone
O lord lord
Working with you's like
Mowing on wet grass
Changing your moods like
Giving me whiplash
You hair is abundant
It's all around the room
She goes to bed
A little too soon
She looked to the left
And never looked back
And I said that I meant it
But I never meant that
I'm feeling you
Baby grow your hair down to the floor
I need you baby
I won't stay up late anymore
I need you baby
Turn around now I got nowhere to go
I won't say shit if I don't mean it
I won't say shit anymore
I'm feeling you
On short leashes
In my head
It's that black white ruffle
My mind starts shuffling
When it's time for bed
I got lots to say
But my tongue's given out
I got that back door mind
But my heart is beating prying
On that front door
O lord lord
Working with you's like
Mowing on wet grass
Changing your moods like
Giving me whiplash
You hair is abundant
It's all around the room
She goes to bed
A little too soon
She looked to the left
And never looked back
And I said that I meant it
But I never meant that
I'm feeling you
She said it's the way that it's going to work out
Cause I was too damn wrong
And the taste I have is gone
O lord lord
Working with you's like
Mowing on wet grass
Changing your moods like
Giving me whiplash
You hair is abundant
It's all around the room
She goes to bed
A little too soon
She looked to the left
And never looked back
And I said that I meant it
But I never meant that
I'm feeling you
Baby grow your hair down to the floor
I need you baby
I won't stay up late anymore
I need you baby
Turn around now I got nowhere to go
I won't say shit if I don't mean it
I won't say shit anymore
I'm feeling you
Writer: MARTIN JOHNSON, MITCHELL JOHN THOMPSON, THOMAS WALTER JORDAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.