LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
A sunbeam
Sleeps on your long hair
On our rye bodies
And plays us the violin
A sunbeam
On the leaden sleep
An acoustic guitar
Wrinkles us at home
Baby
A morning hanging
From the flowers in your garden
My hand on your little *ss
Seeks the way
A morning hanging
From the flowers in your garden
My hand on your little *ss
A sunbeam
I kiss your dirty feet
A Marley record
Plays
No woman, no cry
A morning hanging
From the flowers in your garden
My hand on your little *ss
Seeks the way
A morning hanging
From the flowers in your garden
My hand on your little *ss
Seeks the way
Seeks the way
Seeks the way
La, la, la, la Seeks the way
Seeks the way, la, la, la, la
Seeks the way
Seeks the way
La, la, la, la Seeks the way
Through the open window
The air we breathe
Its little specks of dust
So pale with emotion
A sunbeam
On your so lovely face
Mixes with the bees
The voice of Bob Dylan
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
A morning hanging
From the flowers in your garden
My hand on your little *ss
Seeks the way
A morning hanging
From the flowers in your garden
My hand on your little *ss
A sunbeam
You get dressed for good
I bring you back by the braids
To my boy's body
A morning hanging
From the flowers in your garden
My hand on your little *ss
Seeks the way
A morning hanging
From the flowers in your garden
My hand on your little *ss