Sweet Pea

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 She sits on a fence, Sweet Pea I'll follow Sweet Pea I'll follow Sweet Pea