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
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 Side of a little hill
And she's always dressed in white She's like an angel And she burns my 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 splashed in pain 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
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 goes yogaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
