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