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Well, you can see her walkin' down on Peachtree Street |
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She got high-heeled shoes and a dot on her cheek |
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She's lookin' good, she's headed downtown |
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Ain't got no money, honey |
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She knows her way around |
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I think she's cute, think she's cute as she can be |
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Talkin' about a funny talkin', honk-tonking Georgia Peach |
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Well these Georgia Peaches |
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Son they know their way around |
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They can take your money, son before you get sight of town |
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Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine |
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Nine out of ten of them gonna sell you a dime |
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I think they're cute, think they're cute as they can be |
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Talkin' about a funny talkin', honk-tonking Georgia Peach |
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Well, peaches, peaches |
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Love them Georgia Peaches |
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Well, peaches, peaches |
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Love them Georgia Peaches |
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Well them Georgia Peaches |
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Sure do got the style |
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They'll steal your heart with a Southern smile |
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Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine |
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The older they get, I swear its like good wine |
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I think they're cute, think they're cute as they can be |
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Talkin' about a funny talkin', honk-tonking Georgia Peach |
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Talkin' about a funny talkin', honk-tonking Georgia Peach |
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I just seem to fall in love with the wrong things |
