It feels like I'm 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 you're the only reason

The sun still shines (when it shines)

And when this wicked world starts bringing me down

I know that I'm one lucky guy

Chorus:

I got the girl (with all the cards)

I got the girl (she's a work of art)

I got the girl (who's gonna break my heart)

She says that someday she's gonna marry me

When that day comes that we walk down the aisle

She'll make me feel like a prince, a lord or a king

She likes to wear her stripe with her plaids

And she won't brush her hair (I swear)

She don't like wearing shoes in December

But I don't care (I don't care)

Chorus:

I got the girl (with 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

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)

Chorus 1:

I got the girl (with all the cards)

I got the girl (she's a work of art)

I got the girl (who's gonna break my heart)

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)