he sits alone on a park bench
letting a pretty leather purse
he's a showcase for those to see smiles
and familiar gestures
what has been shown and told about four years
and many of the homes
that have had the pleasure to see him
fearless peaches is what he's known to the locals
he doesn't run a jog in the morning
but skips his way around town
he had a bike that he called sunshine
but it got stolen by some local thugs
mistook him for another queen
sugar snacks
sugar snack
oh no fearless peaches
oh no fearless peaches
he just calls himself the shuffler
can shuffle anything with the best of them
a deck of cards an untold fortune
he also knows how to shuffle into the record store
picks up the latest sticky pop vinyl
and stares with those bright blue eyes he smiles
tucks it under sweater crawls on outside there
he races home and puts on the photograph
god who he loves the sound of the crack of
god who he loves the sound of the pop
god who he loves the sound of the crack of
god who said that's iggy pop
he just gets busy in front of the mirror
does a slow strip his heart is racing fast
oh no fearless peaches
oh no no fearless beaches
but he has hope
but he has hope
but he has hope
but he has hope
but he has hope
but he has hope
