She lives with an orange tree The girl who does yoga She picks the dead ones from the ground When we come over She gives I get Without giving anything to me Like a morning sun Like a morning Like a morning sun The good good morning sun The girl that does yoga When we come over The girl that does yoga And 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 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 And 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 dating turns away And leaves me standing She lives with an orange tree The girl who does yoga She's got a roof 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 who does yoga When we come over The girl who does yoga