It feels like Im walkin on air
When we walk down our street
When the neighbors stop to watch us walk by
You can hear em talking (let them talk)
Sometimes I think that youre the only reason
The sun still shines (when it shines)
And when this wicked world starts bringing me down
I know that Im one lucky guy
I got the girl (with all the cards)
I got the girl (shes a work of art)
I got the girl (whos gonna break my heart)
She says that someday shes gonna marry me
When that day comes that we walk down the aisle
Shell make me feel like a prince, a lord or a king
She likes to wear her stripe with her plaids
And she wont brush her hair (I swear)
She dont like wearing shoes in December
But I dont care (I dont care)
I got the girl (with 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
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)
I got the girl (with all the cards)
I got the girl (shes a work of art)
I got the girl (whos gonna break my heart)
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
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