Dogs

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