I've got sunshine
on a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside
I've got the month of May.
<Chorus>
I guess you say.
What can make me feel this way?
My girl,
talking 'bout my girl.
I've got so much honey
the bees envy me.
I've got a sweeter song
than the birds in the tree.
<Chorus>
Well I guess you say.
What can make me feel this way?
My girl, talking 'bout my girl.
I don't need no money.
Fortune or fame.
I've got all the riches, baby.
One man can claim.
<Chorus>
Well I guess you say.
What can make me feel this way?
My girl, talking 'bout my girl.
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I've got sunshine on a cloudy day with my girl.
I've even got the month of May whith my girl
talking 'bout, talking 'bout,
talking 'bout my girl, woo!
My girl that's all i talk about is my girl.