Quinn XCII Georgia Peach Lyrics
She’s my sweet Georgia peach
Sorta feisty, kinda shy
No, she’s not some Euro trip
She’s my American pie
She’s homegrown, good ol’ girl
Loves drinking her glass of wine
Never misses on a sip
She’s my American pie
You gotta meet my Caroline from the middle of the country
On my mind, she don’t care about the money
Wants a ride but it might get a little muddy, muddy
You gotta meet my Sally May, that I met back in college
Saturdays, when I kept losing wallets
Glad she stayed, but if I’m being honest, honest
I think she’s way too good for me and I don’t know
If she knows she’s out of my league, yeah, I don’t know
She’s my sweet Georgia peach
Sorta feisty, kinda shy
No, she’s not some Euro trip
She’s my American pie
She’s homegrown, good ol’ girl
Loves drinking her glass of wine
Never misses on a sip
She’s my American pie
She’s not afraid to yell at me when I lie
Or admit to me when she’s wrong
Doesn’t need a favorite color or a theme song
She’s my independent lady, knew it since we dated
I would need to pick up my slack, man, there’s no debating
We leave a party for a Waffle House if it’s close
She wanna spend the day outside if it snows
Doesn’t need Bitcoin, bitch, or crypto
Sending me nudes from a flip phone
I think she’s way too good for me and I don’t know
If she knows she’s out of my league, yeah, I don’t know
She’s my sweet Georgia peach
Sorta feisty, kinda shy
No, she’s not some Euro trip
She’s my American pie
She’s homegrown, good ol’ girl
Loves drinking her glass of wine
Never misses on a sip
She’s my American pie