She lives with an orange tree
She picks the dead ones from the ground
I get Without giving anything to me
He lives in a little house
On the side of a little hill
Picks the litter from the ground
Litter little brother spills
Without giving anything to me
In the good good morning sun
Litter little brother spills
Oh and she's always dressed in white
Oh and she moves like a little girl
And she gets splashed in rain
She lives with an orange tree
Got a wolf to keep her warm
Without giving anything to see
And there's no need for me