My girl
I've got sunshineOn a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside,
I've got the month of May.
I've got so much honey
The bees envy me.
I've got a sweeter song
Than the birds in the trees.
I don't need no money,
Fortune or fame.
I've got all the riches, baby,
One (wo)man can claim.
What can make me feel this way?
My girl!
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