Bro - Georgia Peach Lyrics

I met her on a Sunday, where the red clay meets the sky
Her laugh was like a fiddle tune, her smile a firefly
She said, "Boy, you talk too sweet, you better watch your pace"
But her eyes were dripping honey, couldn't look away from her face

She tastes like Georgia Peach, with a bite of regret
The kind of flavor that you never forget
She's a hymn for the broken, a hymn for the free
Yeah, she tastes like Georgia Peach, and she's trouble for me

She moves just like the summer, slow and hot and mean
With a voice like iced tea melting in the southern heat
Says she's tougher than the August sun, but soft as twilight rain
Georgia peaches grow so sweet, but Lord, they leave a stain

She tastes like Georgia Peach, with thunder inside
The sweetness that lingers, the storm she can't hide
She's the echo of midnight, the dawn out of reach
Yeah, she tastes like Georgia Peach, and seems way out of reach

She's the taste of stolen whiskey, warm and sharp and cruel
She'll play you like a melody, then vanish like a jewel
She sets your soul on fire, then whispers in your ear
"Don't you know I'm trouble, boy? That's why you're still here."

She tastes like Georgia Peach, with a bite of regret
The kind of flavor that you never forget
She's a hymn for the broken, a hymn for the free
Oh man, quite sure she is trouble for me

So here I stand, a foolish man, beneath the Georgia moon
Praying she don't change her mind before the season's through
She's the sweetness that can save you, the storm that pulls you in
A Georgia Peach with fire beneath her sugar-coated skin

She tastes like Georgia Peach, with thunder inside
The sweetness that lingers, the storm she can't hide
She's the echo of midnight, the dawn out of reach
Yeah, she tastes like Georgia Peach, and seems way out of reach