Peach

We live in the future,
With transport to your car.
Tumbling lights and fuzz.
The speed trips you in too far.
Everybody noticing the peach in the apple tree,
I shed my skin every time the talk gets thin.
Before it goes away tie it down and make them stay.
Ignition to romeo and dazzle with the planned delay.
Everybody notice you, polished perfect and so few.
I shed my skin every time you walk in.
You could be so happy and open.
This is my new organisation.
Talking in slang with manipulation.
Slender in size,
The splendour of two lives.
We live in the future,
Turn your head around,
Now everybody's noticing
That these pieces I can tear away.