Lyrics: Vita Schmidt
Music: Kevin Antoine
Oh,
There's nothing to do
There's just a beat that needs your attention
How lucky are you
You found a space in time without any tension
Some days were not meant to slip away
Some days were meant for feeling great
You make a list in your head of the good things
The joy will spread it won't fail to give you wings, oh.
This song is for those sunny afternoons when you ain't got nothing to do
but play around with your computer
This song is for those sunny afternoons when you ain't got nothing to do...
Hear me once then throw me out
Your carelesness is what I'm all about
Hear me once then throw me out
Your carelesness is what I'm all about
This song is for those sunny afternoons when you ain't got nothing to do
but play around with your computer
Song if for those sunny afternoons...
I was just trying to be myself