Honeydogs
Sweet Pea
There she goesShe walks like she'd rather not be in clothesA seashell tear flowsPhotographs and a waxed roseA good soul everybody knowsGreen her garden growsShe sits on a fence, Sweet PeaI'll follow Sweet PeaOil cans for a giant heartThe children laughed trying on her shoesBoys and girls watch her moveShe sits on a fence, Sweet PeaI'll follow Sweet PeaI'll follow Sweet Pea
From Letras Mania