Besedila: From Good Homes. Sunshine.

These people here
They look like rain
It's like their spirit went
Down the drain

But you walk right in
You take the cake
You rise above it
Like a dream

You're the sunshine of this world
You're the sunshine of this world
You're the sunshine of this world

These people here
They don't treat you good
Not like they ought to
Not like they should

But you walk right in
You take the cake
You rise above it
Like a dream

You're the sunshine of this world
You're the sunshine of this world
You rise above it like a dream

Hit me darlin', with your flower