Peaches

Peaches in a palace Queens and pits and kings and pits that need the juice Headed west to Alyce I remember when She called me cute She don't talk much anymore Since that once I spent sleeping on Her floor And She cried out for something that was higher than me Playing for skin Laying within Peaches will stay ripe 'til they begin to move on Peaches in a basket Placed in the middle of a table reserved for a princess Headed west to Alyce Once I saw a photo of Her wearing a black dress Built to last still will break She's calling higher than a place I get to know A peach is Yours and Yours to taste Alone Playing for skin Laying within Peaches will stay ripe 'til they begin to move on Peaches in a palace, peaches in a casket It's all the same to move on Alyce, if choice was simply laid at Your feet to go or stay You'd move one Ain't nobody judging You for that Time is at your back So move on Move on