Peach Girl

The Fiery Furnaces - Cups & Punches

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I saw a black girl last night called

Charmaine Champaign

She wasn't a worn out ex-so-and-so,

no not from Times Square

But she went to Johnny Romero's

till it was too hot to handle

And she's got nothing to show for it:

no money, no love,

but she could tell me the squarest thing

on the jukebox

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat

Teach me not to get baited with stage

whispers

Like, “Can anybody turn me on?”

Show me how to make cups and punches

It's so simple without a simple syrup

You have to gather a quarter pound of

young peach leaves

on a dry and sunny day

And the cost is so uncertain since peach

leaves are seldom sold

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat

She likes a Strong Sangaree

that shakes for 12 hours,

Keeps warm for 12 months,

then sits for 6 months more

Then she's gonna sing me the squarest thing

on the jukebox

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat

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