I'll Teach You to Steal My Man - Glen Meadmore

I was lying in the grass on Sunday morning of last week Indulging in my self-defeat My mind was tugged, 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 side 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 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) (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) (If you steal my sunshine) My sunshine, my sunshine (if you steal my sunshine) Just making sure I'm not in too deep (if you steal my sunshine) Keeping versed and on my feet (if you steal my sunshine) My sunshine (if you steal my sunshine) Sunshine (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)

I was never much of a dancer I never found the way to move With legs like strangers And these arms that never had a clue No, I was never much of a dancer I keep the music in my head I keep my head on my shoulders And shake what I've got inside instead My mind is my dance floor My feet never get sore But now you wanna teach me to dance And try and get me on the floor You want me to start using my hands Wanna show me that there's more to music More to music... I was never much of a dancer I keep the rhythm to myself My groove is my heartbeat Take tempo from no no no one else My mind is my dance floor My feet they never get sore But now you wanna teach me to dance And try and get me on the floor You want me to start using my hands Wanna show me that there's more to music More to music...