Dogs
She lives with an orange treeThe girl that does yogaShe picks the dead ones from the groundWhen we come over
And she givesI getWithout giving anything to me
Like a morning sunLike a morningLike a morning sunGood good morning sunbr>The girl that does yogaWhen we come overGirl that does yoga
He lives in a little houseOn the side of a little hillPicks the litter from the groundLitter little brother spills
He givesI getWithout giving anything to me
And the dogs they runAnd the dogs theyAnd the dogs they runIn the good good morning sun
Side of a little hillLitter little brother spillsSide of a little hill
Oh and she's always dressed in whiteShe's like an angel, manShe burns my eyesOh and she turnsShe pulls a smileWe drive her roundAnd she drives us wildOh and she moves like a little girlI become a child, manShe moves my worldAnd she gets splashed in rainAnd turns awayand leaves me standing
She lives with an orange treeThe girl that does yogaGot a wolf to keep her warmWhen he comes over
She givesHe getsWithout giving anything to see
And the day it endsAnd the day itAnd the day it endsAnd there's no need for me
The girls that does yogaWhen we come overThe girls that does yoga