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 tell myself that I'm one lucky guy 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) 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) 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) 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