My Girl

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day And when it's cold outside, I've got the month of May I guess you'll say, what can make me feel this way? My girl, I'm talking 'bout my girl I've got so much honey, the bees envy me I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees I guess you'll say, what can make me feel this way? My girl, I'm talking 'bout my girl I don't need money, fortune, or fame I got all the riches, baby, that one man can claim I guess you'll say, what can make me feel this way? My girl, talking 'bout my girl (My girl, my girl) Got so much honey, bees envy me I got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees Don't need no fortune, no money or fame But when I got my girl