Dogs
Damien Rice
Well she lives
With an orange tree
The girl that does yoga
She picks the dead ones from the ground
When we come over
She gives, I get
Without giving anything to me
Like a morning sun
Like a morning
Like a morning sun
A good, good morning sun
The girl that does yoga
When we come over
The girl that does yoga
Well 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
On the side of a little hill
Litter little brother spills
On the side of a little hill
O, she's always dressed in white
She's like an angel
And she burns my eyes
O, when she turns she pulls a smile
We drive around
And she drives us wild
O, she moves like a little girl
I become a child
And she moves my world
And she gets splashed in rain
And turnss away
And leaves me standing
Well 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