I Got The Girl

It feels like I’m walking on air
When we walk down our street
When the neighbours stop
To watch us walk by
You can hear ‘them 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 know that I’m one lucky guy

I got the girl (with all the cards)
I got the girl (she’s a work of art)
I got the girl (who’s gonna break my heart)

She says that someday
She’s gonna marry me
When that day comes
That we walk down the aisle
She’ll make me feel like a prince
A lord, a king
She likes to wear her stripe
With her plaids
And she won’t brush her hair
(I swear)
She don’t like wearing
Shoes in December
But I don’t care
(I don’t care)


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
(you see)
But the queen of hearts will
Always be
A five-year-old princess to me
(to me)


Chorus 2:
I got the girl (she’ 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

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