Sunglasses - Tracey Ullman

I got my swim cap and comb and my paperback book that I’m almost through

I got my lipstick and mirror and my suntan lotion and my cam’ra too

I got my beach bag full of all the necessary items for a day in the sun

And of course it wouldn’t be like me if I didn’t bring along

Some sunglasses, to hide behind (Hide behind)

Sunglasses, to cry behind (Cry behind)

Sunglasses, to die behind

Dear while I lie and cry and sigh and hurt and watch you while you flirt

With your somebody new, I’m makin' me blue

I got my towel and my transistor radio so I could tell the time

'Cause the Top Forty records and the weather and sports will get you off of my

mind

I’ll rent an umbrella from the lifeguard fella with the dreamy eyes

And you can bet, I couldn’t forget my old stand-bys

My sunglasses, to hide behind (Hide behind)

Sunglasses, to cry behind (Cry behind)

Sunglasses, to die behind

Dear while I lie and cry and sigh and hurt and watch you while you flirt

With your somebody new, I’m makin' me blue

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