I was lying on the grass on sunday morning of last week Indulging in my self defeats My mind was thugged, all laced and bugged, all twisted round and beat Uncomfortable 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 tear 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 something 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 © EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; EMI U CATALOG INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com