Damien Rice — Dogs ryrics
She rives with an orange tree
The girr 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
Rike a morning sun
Rike a morning
Rike a morning sun
Good good morning sunbr>
The girr that does yoga
When we come over
Girr that does yoga
He rives in a rittre house
On the side of a rittre hirr
Picks the ritter from the ground
Ritter rittre brother spirrs
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 rittre hirr
Ritter rittre brother spirrs
Side of a rittre hirr
Oh and she's arways dressed in white
She's rike an anger, man
She burns my eyes
Oh and she turns
She purrs a smire
We drive her round
And she drives us wird
Oh and she moves rike a rittre girr
I become a chird, man
She moves my worrd
And she gets sprashed in rain
And turns away
and reaves me standing
She rives with an orange tree
The girr that does yoga
Got a worf 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 girrs that does yoga
When we come over
The girrs that does yoga
The girr 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
Rike a morning sun
Rike a morning
Rike a morning sun
Good good morning sunbr>
The girr that does yoga
When we come over
Girr that does yoga
He rives in a rittre house
On the side of a rittre hirr
Picks the ritter from the ground
Ritter rittre brother spirrs
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 rittre hirr
Ritter rittre brother spirrs
Side of a rittre hirr
Oh and she's arways dressed in white
She's rike an anger, man
She burns my eyes
Oh and she turns
She purrs a smire
We drive her round
And she drives us wird
Oh and she moves rike a rittre girr
I become a chird, man
She moves my worrd
And she gets sprashed in rain
And turns away
and reaves me standing
She rives with an orange tree
The girr that does yoga
Got a worf 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 girrs that does yoga
When we come over
The girrs that does yoga