[Verse 1]

Skin under the morning light

When the peaches are falling ripe (Ha!)

I'd die right now

She calls when the morning's bright

And she loves in the dead of night

Soft spine to mouth

[Chorus]

And the magic turns lyrical

And the woman is spiritual

When she holds your hand

And she's taking off all her clothes

And she asks if your parents know

That she's hiding in your bed

[Verse 2]

Love writes like Kerouac

Train rides and paperbacks

Her sweet cliches

You fall for everything

Boy on a puppet string

These knots are safe

[Chorus]

And the magic turns lyrical

And the woman is spiritual

She holds your hand

And she's taking off all her clothes

And she asks if your parents know

That she's hiding in your bed

[Bridge]

She's just a little girl

Who likes to feel the heat rush through her veins

You're crawling towards a man

Who misses playing adolescent games

[Chorus]

And the magic turns lyrical

And the woman is spiritual

When she holds your hand

And she's taking off all her clothes

And she asks if your parents know

That she's hiding in your bed

[Verse 3]

Skin under the morning light

When the peaches are falling ripe

She's dressing now

Standing inside the door

Knowing you don't need more

Some day, somehow

You'll see her across the road

Remembering how she moaned her tired sighs

She's found another world

But you know the naked girl

And how she cries