Sunshine

On the lawn before the bouquet fell
Long before we heard the ringing bell
When all I want is a good look at your undersideReading trash like it was Judy Blume
Your paperbacks are strewn about the room
Awaiting their instructions to be mobilizedAnd everybody knows how it shakes and how it glows
Everybody knows and so it goesThat everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine nowLazy Rayna had a million bucks
Changed into pennies on a hundred trucks
'Cause linens legal tender for a layaboutWhy hold your breath until your face turns blue
A stretch of rope you know can do that too
The truth be told no one likes a gadaboutAnd everybody knows how it shakes and how it glows
Everybody knows and so it goesThat everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine now
Everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine now