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 meLike 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 yogaHe 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 meAnd the dogs they run
And the dogs they
And the dogs they run
In the good good morning sunSide 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, man
She burns my eyes
Oh and she turns
She pulls a smile
We drive her 'round
And she drives us wildOh and she moves like a little girl
I become a child, man
She moves my world
And she gets splashed in rain
And turns away
And leaves me standingShe 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 seeAnd the day it ends
And the day it
And the day it ends
And there's no need for meThe girl that does yoga
When we come over
The girl that does yoga
