Dogs

She lives with an orange tree
 The girl that does yoga
 She picks the dead ones from the ground
 When we come over
 And she gives
 I get
 Without giving anything to me
 Like a morning sun
 Like a morning
 Like a morning sun
 Good good morning sun
 The girl that does yoga
 When we come over
 Girl that does yoga
 He lives in a little house
 On the side of a little hill
 Picks the litter from the ground
 Litter little brother spills
 He gives
 I get
 Without giving anything to me
 And the dogs they run
 And the dogs they
 And the dogs they run
 In the good good morning sun
 Side of a little hill
 Litter little brother spills
 Side of a little hill
 Oh and she's always dressed in white
 She's like an angel, man
 She burns my eyes
 Oh and she turns
 She pulls a smile
 We drive her 'round
 And she drives us wild
 Oh and she moves like a little girl
 I become a child, man
 She moves my world
 And she gets splashed in rain
 And turns away
 And leaves me standing
 She lives with an orange tree
 The girl that does yoga
 Got a wolf to keep her warm
 When he comes over
 She gives
 He gets
 Without giving anything to see
 And the day it ends
 And the day it
 And the day it ends
 And there's no need for me
 The girl that does yoga
 When we come over
 The girl that does yoga