I was lying on the grass of 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 week 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 (If you steal my sunshine)
I was frying on the bench slide in the park across the street L-A-T-E-R that week My sticky paws were into 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 feat 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 (If you steal my sunshine)
I know it's done for me (If you steal my sunshine) Not 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 My sunshine, if you steal my sunshine My sunshine, if you steal my sunshine My sunshine, if you steal my sunshine My sunshine, if you steal my sunshine My sunshine, if you steal my sunshine My sunshine, if you steal my sunshine My sunshine, if you steal my sunshine My sunshine, if you steal my sunshineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
