Writer(s): Gregg Diamond, Marc Costanzo
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 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 lying on the bench
slide in the park
across the street
L A T E R that week
My sticky paws we're 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 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
If you steal my sunshine
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
If you steal my sunshine If you steal my sunshine
If you steal my sunshine If you steal my sunshine
If you steal my sunshine If you steal my sunshine
If you steal my sunshine If you steal my sunshine
If you steal my sunshine If you steal my sunshine
