Whitey Peach

[Verse 1] Hey girl, do you see the thing I see? I'm linking to a line looking your eyes at me Dumpy young things just reaches in for something to reach for Baby, you’re beautiful, baby, you sweet whitey peach whore [Verse 2] There's a man's finger, fist, shaft to the tip, mat to rug till you scream Horny young ape walking with not a stall as I sing No, I'm not the one, I know that you’re tripping my way Bland and quite usual, swear it's a beautiful day (It is, it is)