Sunshine of My Days
Sunshine of My Days
You do not know how I feel
Your bright smiles fulfill
My voice just aims to squeal.
I will go unnoticed for this spiel
Why must I write this without a quill
You do not know how I feel.
To hear your laugh makes me reel
Your deep blue eyes are a thrill
My voice just aims to squeal
I appear to be made of steel
But inside I am shrill
You do not know how I feel
What is the difficulty of this deal
I am not here for this bill
My voice just aims to squeal
Will you ever feel
The way I feel for you until
You do not know how I feel
My voice just aims to squeal.
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