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