I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last week
Indulging in my self-defeat
My mind was thugged all laced and bugged all twisted wrong and
beat
A comfortable three feet deep
Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning
weak
Impaired my tribal lunar-speak
And of course you can't become if you only say what you would
have done
So I missed a million miles of fun
I know it's up for me
IF YOU STEAL MY SUNSHINE
Making sure I'm not in too deep
IF YOU STEAL MY SUNSHINE
Keeping versed and on my feet
I was lying on the bench slide in the park across the street
l-a-t-e-r that
week
My sticky paws were in to making straws out of big fat slurpy
treats
An incredible eight foot heap
Now the funny glare to pay a gleaming tare in a staring under
heat Involved
an under usual feet
And I'm not only among but I invite who I want to come
So I missed a million miles of fun
I know it's up for me
IF YOU STEAL MY SUNSHINE
Making sure I'm not in too deep
IF YOU STEAL MY SUNSHINE
Keeping versed and on my feet
I know it's done for me
IF YOU STEAL MY SUNSHINE
Not as some and hard to see
IF YOU STEAL MY SUNSHINE
Keeping dumb and built to beat
IF YOU STEAL MY SUNSHINE
My Sunshine
IF YOU STEAL MY SUNSHINE (repeat through fade)
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