She lives with an orange tree The girl who 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 Morning sun for me
Girl that does yoga When we come over Girl that does yoga
And he lives with 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
The days they And the dogs they run And the dogs they run The good good morning sun
Side of a little hill Litter little brother spills Side of a little hill
And she's always dressed in white She's like an angel And she burns our eyes And she turns She pulls a smile We drive her round And she drives us wild And she moves like a little girl I become a child, man And she moves my world And she gets smashed in (??) And walks away and leaves me standing
She lives with a little dog That's gone just a little mad She's got a wolf to keep her warm If ever she's feeling sad
And 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 who does yoga When we come over The side of a little hill Litter little brother spills Gonna be the man If ever she's feeling sad Girl who does yoga
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