Lirieke: Elms (The). The Chess Hotel. Black Peach.

A tight little tee shirt everybody likes,
You come from the country to dance away the night.
It isn't that your mama wouldn't be proud,
It's only that your daddy would never live it down.

Almost sweet, black peach.

Bold as the daylight, shooting off your mouth,
You laugh like a belle but you've never been south.
Walking like a cowboy, kissing like a flame,
You'll let him in your heart, but he'll never get your name.

Almost sweet, black peach.

It ain't where you come from, ain't where you been.
It ain't who you call when the clouds roll in.
You spent all your youth saying, More, more, more,
And now you wanna know what living's for.

You'd kill for a good time, shooting from the hip.
The boy got fresh, and you fattened his lip.
You cut all the classes that you never liked,
And drove too fast before you even rode a bike.

Almost sweet, black peach.

It ain't where you come from, ain't where you been.
It ain't who you call when the clouds roll in.
You spent all your youth saying, More, more, more,
And now you wanna know what living's for.

You can't feel the summer all year long.
You gotta know the cold to know when it's gone.
The only thing brighter than the sun is truth,
And only one time were you ever given proof.

Almost sweet, black peach.

(Thanks to Jetzer for these lyrics)