She’s gonna pack her bags
She’s gonna find her way
She’s gonna get right out of this
She don’t want New York
She don’t want L.A.
She’s gonna find that special kiss
She don’t want no sleep
She don’t want no high
Oh, like peaches
[Originally recorded by God Macabre] [Music: J. Stalhammar] [Lyrics: P.Boder]
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