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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 sunbr>

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

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 moves 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 girls that does yoga

When we come over

The girls that does yoga