You need to wear sunglasses
Smiles so shinny
Like an orchestra of tubas
Laughing so loud
Clear eyes full of happiness
Hearts pumping on love
Soles topped with goodness
Singing a high octave
Church was so nice last Sunday
I should have gone twice
Sunday afternoon I eat my sundae
It’s my one and only vice
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