I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last weekIndulging in my self-defeatMy mind was thugged all laced and bugged all twisted wrong and beatUncomfortable in three feet deepNow the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning weekImpaired my tribal lunar-speakAnd of course you can’t become if you only say what you would have doneSo I missed a million miles of fun
I know it’s up for meIf you steal my sunshineMaking sure I’m not in too deepIf you steal my sunshineKeeping versed and on my feetIf you steal my sunshine
I was frying on the bench slide in the park across the street
L-a-t-e-r that weekMy sticky paws were in to making straws out of big fat slurpy treatsAn incredible eight foot heapNow the funny glare to pay a gleaming tare in a staring under heatInvolved an under usual featAnd I’m not only among but I invite who I want to comeSo I missed a million miles of fun
I know it’s up for meIf you steal my sunshineMaking sure I’m not in too deepIf you steal my sunshineKeeping versed and on my feetIf you steal my sunshine
I know its done for me
If you steal my sunshineNot something hard to seeIf you steal my sunshineKeeping dumb and built to beatIf you steal my sunshine
My SunshineIf you Steal my sunshineMy SunshineIf you Steal my sunshineMy SunshineIf you steal my sunshineMy SunshineMy SunshineIf you Steal my sunshineMy SunshineIf you Steal my sunshineMy SunshineIf you steal my sunshineMy Sunshine
