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



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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



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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)





Chorus



Chorus 2:

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