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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
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
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)
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)
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)
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
Shes gonna
I got the girl, yeah
I got the girl, I got the girl
I got the girl