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Peaches and Cream
Find my sugar, find my soul
Find my heaven in a mixing bowl
Shake it up momma, dice me whole
Roll me up, jam me like a jelly role
Best real eggs I’ve ever seen
Not too soft, just in between
Best real bacon ever been
Canadian bacon, that’s what I mean
Buttermilk batter, fluffy and light
Flip me on over, done just right
Berry my blues in your morning light
Butter my soul up, sweeten my sight
Rock your tootsie roll my queen
Shake my biscuit pan out clean
Taste your jelly bean my dream
Fill me up a mess of that peaches and cream
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