I wear my sunglasses inside
The desert sun will fry your eyes
Or is it myself I’m trying to hide
When I wear my sunglasses inside

I’m so cool when I wear my shades
That’s what men think when they’re trying to get laid
We give the signals so who’s really getting played
When we flirt by wearing our shades

I wear my sunglasses when I don’t want to see
If I can’t see them they can’t see me
I hide in a crowd watching TV
I wear my sunglasses sipping Chablis

I wear my sunglasses inside
Thanksgiving Day, sitting with strangers and family members
It’s too hot to breathe, I’m too stuffed to remember
Why I wear my sunglasses inside

Published by Kathy

Kathy writes novels set on cruise ships and other travel locales, writes and produces dance music, and likes to imagine life as a DJ.