My Girl

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day And when it's cold outside, I've got the month of May. I guess you'll say What can make me feel this way My girl - I'm talking 'bout my girl. I've got so much honey the bees envy me I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the tree. I guess you'll say What can make me feel this way My girl - I'm talking 'bout my girl. Hey, hey, hey... Hey, hey, hey... I don't need money, fortune, or fame I got all the riches, baby, that one man can claim. I guess you'll say What can make me feel this way My girl my girl, my girl - talking 'bout my girl Hey, hey, hey - hey, hey, hey I've got so much honey the bees envy me Hey, hey, hey - hey, hey, hey I got a sweeter song than the birds in the tree Hey, hey, hey - hey, hey, hey Don't need no fortune, no money or fame Hey, hey, hey... But when I got my girl