Steel My Sunshine

'Hey, Matt', 'Yeah, Tim?' 'Hey, you talked to Mark lately?' 'Uh, haven't really talked to him but he looks pretty, uh, down' 'He looks pretty, uh, down?' 'Yeah, well maybe we should cheer him up then' 'What do you, uh, suppose we should do?' 'Well, does he like butter tarts?' I was lying on the gra*s 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 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 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 'Chad, come here come here, come here' 'Wow, look at her', 'I know' 'Wow, I've never seen Sharon look so bad before' 'I did once before but this is pretty bad' 'Yeah, what do you think she got up to last night? 'Well, I, Karen, I love you' 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 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 as 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 ...