I Got the Girl
I Got the Girl
It feels
like I'm walkin' on air
Walk down our street
When the
neighbors stop to watch us going by
You can
hear 'em talking (let them talk)
Sometimes I
think that you're the only reason
The sun
still shines (when it shines)
And when
this wicked world starts bringing me down
I tell
myself that I'm one lucky guy
I got the
girl (holding all the cards)
I got the
girl (she's a work of art)
I got the
girl (who's gonna break my heart)
She likes
to wear her stripe with her plaids
Won't brush
her hair (I swear)
She don't
like wearing shoes in December
But I don't
care what she wears
I got the
girl (holding all the cards)
I got the
girl (she's a work of art)
I got the
girl (who's gonna break my heart)
If I was a
holy man I'd get down on my knees
So the
angels that watch over her would give a break to me
Holy Mother
of saint bubble gum and Sister band-aid knees
Won't you
please pray for the ones like me
But the truth is someday
Somebody is
gonna take her from me
But the
queen of hearts will always be
A
five-year-old princess to me (to me)
I got the
girl (holding all the cards)
I got the
girl (she's a work of art)
I got the
girl (who's gonna break my heart)
I got the
girl (she's gonna leave her mark)
I got the
girl (she's a work of art)
I got the
girl (she's gonna break your heart)
I got the
girl, oh yeah
I got the
girl, I got the girl
She's
gonna...
I got the
girl, yeah
I got the
girl, I got the girl
I got the girl
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