Dogs

She lives with an orange tree

and 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

Good good morning sun



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



And the dogs they run

And the dogs they

And the dogs they run

The good good morning sun



Side of a little hill

Litter little brother spills

Side of a little hill



Oh and she's always dressed in white

She's like an angel

And she burns our eyes

Oh and she turns

She pulls a smile

We drive her round

And she drives us wild

Oh and she moves like a little girl

I become a child, man

she moves my world

And she gets splashed in painting

And turns away

and leaves me standing



She lives with an orange tree

And a girl that does yoga

She's got a wolf to keep her warm

When he comes over



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 that does yoga

When we come over

The girl that does yoga