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Peppermint Peaches

Nick C
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True story right here I don't meet the girls I wanna spend my life with I just meet the ones I wanna spend the night with I'm talking bout the ones that make me nervous while I'm leanin' in for that first kiss Daydreaming 'bout the woman of my dreams I can see the scene, pretty and pristine, without Maybelline, yeah And she listens to T. Swift and Anthony Kiedis Wearin' red, lookin' hot, chill like peppermint peaches, yeah yeah Chill like peppermint peaches I'm lookin' for the girl, the girl of my dreams Pretty and pristine, without Maybelline She likes Polo G and vanilla ice cream Her name ain't Patricia, but I treat her like a queen Always smells like Chanel, but she ain't boujee We can talk for hours, just us in the Jacuzzi Hey hey hey, are you listenin' to me? Sorry, I got lost in another daydream 'Cause I don't meet the girls I wanna spend my life with I just meet the ones I wanna spend the night with I'm talking 'bout the ones that make me nervous while I'm leanin' in for that first kiss Kissin' turns to touchin' and making out I'm a true gentleman, but I ain't a boy scout If that don't paint the picture, then I don't know what will I could go a step further, but let me just chill Sippin' on some red wine with a beautiful dime We don't need a whole lot to have a little fun time I said we don't need a whole lot I'm lookin' for the girl, the girl of my dreams Pretty and pristine without Maybelline She likes Polo G and vanilla ice cream Her name ain't Patricia, but I treat her like a queen Never scared of anything, not even a spider Facing all of her problems without a man beside her Thing I love about her most, she always gets what she desires Just workin' her magic, the kind of woman that inspires Now I scroll through IG, happy couples I see Got visions of Ms. Perfect still in my dreams So I open my texts, who'd I leave on seen? A girl Michael sung about like Ms. Billie Jean The song's for you, Ms. whatever your name Writing these lyrics for you 'cause I'm too old for these games I say it's these girls, but I'm the one to blame Overthinking everything, trying not to go insane I'm trippin' all the damn time, swipin' left to decline It'll work itself out, promise I'ma be fine I said it'll work itself out I'm lookin' for the girl, the girl of my dreams Pretty and pristine without Maybelline She likes Polo G and vanilla ice cream Her name ain't Patricia, but I treat her like a queen Yeah Ms. Peppermint Peach, where the hell you at? Yeah yeah yeah yeah