| Song | Black Peach |
| Artist | The Elms |
| Album | The Chess Hotel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Thomas | |
| 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. |
| zuo qu : Thomas | |
| 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. |
| zuò qǔ : Thomas | |
| 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. |