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

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

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, little, 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

Little, 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 driver round and she drives us wild

Oh, and she moves like a little girl

I become a child, man, she moved my world

And she gets splashed in rain

And turns away and leaves me standin'

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