Oh Peggy Brown, oh Peggy Brown
Who will be able to love you?
The only thing, I'm still thinking about
Is a dark-haired girl
Though she doesn't give me what I'm asking for
She's holding me at bay
Though she doesn't wanna my oaths,
She doesn't listen even her proud, oh no
Oh Peggy Brown, oh Peggy Brown
Who will be able to love you?
Her voice is for me like a music,
Pulsating like quiet echo
Her firm, white breasts
Are more milky than her milk
Her dress made of soft taffeta
Is shyly lowered today
Oh Peggy Brown, oh Peggy Brown
Who will be able to love you?
At nights, in the loneliness
I saw a lecherous dream
That we're lying in one bed
And our bodies are united
But this bold dream
Can't hurt your pride, oh no
Oh Peggy Brown, oh Peggy Brown
Who will be able to love you?