In the good, good morning sun
When we come over
And there's no need for me
Oh and she's always dressed in white
And she gives, I get
We drive her 'round and she drives us wild
When we come over
She picks the dead ones from the ground
Like a morning sun
On the side of a little hill
Without giving anything to see
Oh and she turns, she pulls a smile
I become a child, man, she move my world
And the dogs, they
Girl that does yoga
Litter little brother spills
And turns away and leaves me standing
The girl that does yoga
And the dogs, they run
Oh and she moves like a little girl
Picks the litter from the ground
And the day, it ends
And the dogs, they run
She lives with an orange tree
She's like an angel, man, she burns my eyes
Without giving anything to me
Like a morning
Without giving anything to me
Like a morning sun
And she gets splashed in rain
When we come over
The girl that does yoga
Good, good morning sun
Side of a little hill
She gives, he gets
When he comes over
He gives, I get
Got a wolf to keep her warm
And the day, it ends
He lives in a little house
Litter little brother spills
The girl that does yoga
And the day, it
The side of a little hill
