It feels like Im walkin on air
When we walk down our street
When the neighbors stop and watch us going by
You can hear em talking (let them talk)
Sometimes I think that youre the one reason
The sun still shines (when it shines)
And when this wicked world starts bringing me down
I tell myself that Im one lucky guy
Chorus:
I got the girl (holding all the cards)
I got the girl (shes a work of art)
I got the girl (whos gonna break my heart)
She likes to wear her stripes with her plaids
And she wont brush her hair (I swear)
She dont like wearing shoes in December
But I dont care (what she wears)
Chorus:
I got the girl (holding all the
cards)
I got the girl (shes a work of art)
I got the girl (whos gonna break my heart)
If I was a holy man Id 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
Wont you please pray for the ones like me
Solo
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)
Chorus:
I got the girl (holding all the cards)
I got the girl (shes a work of art)
I got the girl (whos gonna break your heart)
chorus 2:
I got the girl (shes gonna leave her mark)
I got the girl (shes a work of art)
I got the girl (shes gonna break your heart)
I got the girl
I got the girl
I got the girl
She´s gonna
She´s gonna
I got the girl
I got the girl
I got the girl