I Got The Girl

It feels like I'm walkin' on air Walk down our street When the neighbors stop an' watch us goin' by You can hear 'em talkin' (Ah let them talk) Sometimes I think that you're the one reason The sun still shines (When it shines) And when this wicked world starts bringin' me down I tell myself that I'm one lucky guy I got the girl (Holdin' 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 stripes in her plaits Won't brush her hair (I swear) She don't like wearin' shoes in December But I don't care What she wears I got the girl (Holdin' all the cards) I got the girl (She's a work of art) I got the girl (Who's gonna, break my heart) Ah, if I were 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 (Yea) But she feels 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 (Who know all the cards) I got the girl (She's a work of art) I got the girl (Who's gonna, break your heart) I got the girl (She's gonna read your mind) I got the girl (Ah, she's a work of art) I got the girl (She's gonna, break your heart) I got the girl (Oh yea) I got the girl (Oh my) I got the girl She's gonna, ah, she's gonna Yea I got the girl I got the girl I got the girl