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I've got sunshine on a cloudy day When it's cold outside, I've got my mother made I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way My girl, my girl, my girl Oh no, my girl, my girl I've got so much honey The bees into me I've got a sweeter song Than the bird in the tree Well, I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way My dear, my dear, my dear Walking down my hair I love you Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh yeah I don't need no money For a job or fame I've got all the bitches, baby One man can play Well, I guess you say What can make me feel this way My girl, my girl, my girl, talking about my girl. My girl, talking about my girl. I've got sunshine on a cloudy day with my girl. I've even got the muscles to play with my girl. Talking about, talking about, talking about my girl. Oh, my dear.