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
uncomfortable in 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 funI know it's up for me
If you stel my sunshine
Making sure I'm not in too deep
If you stel my sunshine
Keeping versed and on my feet
If you stel 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 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 feat
And I'm not only among but I invite who I want to come
So I missed a million miles of funI know it's up for me
If you stel my sunshine
Making sure I'm not in too deep
If you stel my sunshine
Keeping versed and on my feet
If you stel my sunshine
I know its done for me
If you stel my sunshine
Not something hard to see
If you stel my sunshine
Keeping dumb and built to beat
If you stel my sunshineMy Sunshine
If you Steal my sunshine
My Sunshine
If you Steal my sunshine
My Sunshine
If you steal my sunshine
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
