She Got Dressed Fleet Foxes

[Verse 1]
He's made of sand
Not flesh and not bone
He's as good as the seeds he's sown
But he loves you so
Like no one else, you know could do
Put your wedding dress on

[Verse 2]
On the tip of my tongue
As the back beat cracks
I hit my drums
I get into the car
My interrogation starts
In the passenger seat
There's a torn up mess of tangled weeds
And a golden ring
Glimmerin' at her feet

[Chorus 1]
And the beat it goes on
She got she
Got dressed got
She got dressed up

And the beat it goes on
She got she
Got dressed got
She got dressed up
And the beat it goes on