Dogs Lyrics

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 Girl that does yoga
He lives in 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 In the good, good morning sun
Side of a little hill Litter little brother spills The 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 drive her 'round and she drives us wild
Oh and she moves like a little girl I become a child, man, she move my world And she gets splashed in rain And turns away and leaves me standing
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