Lyrics of 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