It feels like I'm walkin' on air
When we walk down our street
When the neighbors stop and watch us go by
You can hear 'em talking (oh, let them talk)
Sometimes I think that you're the one reason
The sun still shines (when it shines)
When this wicked world starts bringing me down
I tell myself that I'm one lucky guy

Chorus:
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 stripes 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

Chorus:
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, yeah

Solo

Now 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:
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 your heart

Chorus 2:
I got the girl, she's gonna leave her mark
I got the girl, ah, 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, oh my
I got the girl
She's gonna, ah she's gonna, yeah
I got the girl
I got the girl
I got the girl