You always keep a young girl warm
son
mmh
You have to hear what I say
son.
You have to be as nice as can be
son
mmh
’cause that’s the only right way
son.
That’s what my father used to teach me.
Never let another story reach me.
You can’t grow peaches on a tree
Meant for cherries
you will see
And so forever it will be.
Soft and tender as I say
son.
You do the things in a perfect way
son.
You can’t grow peaches on a tree
Meant for cherries
you will see
And so forever it will be.
Na
na
na
na . . .
You always keep a smiling face
son
Don’t try to do it so in space
son.
Please try her nicely to embrace
son
mmh
’cause that’s the only right base
son.
That’s what my father used to teach me . .
Sure all those things you have to face
son
mmh
’cause that’s the only right base
son.
That’s what my father used to teach me