I got sunshine, on a cloudy day. When it’s cold outside, I got the month of May. I guess, you’ll say, “What can make me feel this way?” My girl (my girl) my girl, talking ’bout my girl.
I got so much honey, the bees envy me. I’ve got a sweeter song, baby, than the birds in the trees. I guess, you’ll say, “What can make me feel this way?” My girl (my girl) my girl, talking ’bout my girl.
I don’t need no money, or count my pay. I’ve got all the riches, baby, one man can take. I guess, you’ll say, “What can make me feel this way?” My girl (my girl) my girl, talking ’bout my girl.
I got sunshine, on a cloudy day. I even got the month of May. (My girl) My girl. I’m talking ’bout my girl.