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)