Sweet Pea Lyrics - Honeydogs

There she goes 

She walks like she'd rather not be in clothes 

A seashell tear flows 

Photographs and a waxed rose 

A good soul everybody knows 

Green her garden grows 

She sits on a fence, Sweet Pea 

I'll follow Sweet Pea 

Oil cans for a giant heart 

The children laughed trying on her shoes 

Boys and girls watch her move