I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day...
When it’s cold outside, I've got the month of May.
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.
I guess you say,
What can make me feel this way?
My girl,
Talking bout my girl.
My girl!
When it’s cold outside, I've got the month of May.
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.
I guess you say,
What can make me feel this way?
My girl,
Talking bout my girl.
My girl!
The golden sand beneath my feet There s music in the air A guitar in my hand I m sure you understand...
