Hey, Matt
Yeah, Tim?
Hey, have you talked to Mark lately?
Uhh, I haven't really talked to him but he looks pretty, uh, down
Ha ha ha, 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 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 . . .
Check, c'mere c'mere, c'mere
Wow, look at her
I know. 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?
Ha ha ha well, hi, 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 Slurpee 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)
