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.

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 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.

Repeat chorus

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).

Repeat chorus

Chorus 2:

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.

She's gonna…I got the girl, yeah.

I got the girl, I got the girl. I got the girl.