Her Memory's like a Georgia peach
Kinda fuzzy but oh so sweet
and always seems to get to me
In the summertime.
A birch tree and a Starry Sky
I drift back to July Nights
I spent looking in her eyes
and the Moonlight.
Even though I tell myself I've moved on
But those days they're never really gone
Cuz I can't help but wonder
How she's doing these days
I think about what she might say
If I were to ask
Why can't you be More Like Your Memory
The way it Always Takes Me Back.
I thought love like hers and mine
Grew like honeysuckle vines
Would always be easy to find
Anywhere.
But Finally after all this time
I think I've finally seen the light
I left the girl that was so right
Then and There.
When I think I'm over her again
I feel that summer breeze against my skin and then,
And I can't help but wonder
How she's doing these days
I think about what she might say
If I were to ask
Why can't you be More Like Your Memory
Cuz it Always Takes Me Back
Oh Why can't you be More Like Your Memory
Cuz it Always Takes Me Back
Her Memory's like a Georgia peach
Kinda fuzzy but oh so sweet
and it Always Takes Me Back
Yeah it Always Takes Me Back
