Myles beat me to this, but imma sing it anyway. Second verse!
I took a little nap where the roots all twist, squished a rotten peach in my fist, and dreamed about you... woman. Raked my finger down it's side, make a little room for an ant to hide, nature's candy in my hand, canned, or pies.
Millions of peaches, peaches for me. Millions of peaches, peaches for free. Million of peaches, peaches for me. Million of peaches, peaches for free. GET OUT!