Written by Ronald A. White and William Robinson, Jr.
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day
And when its cold outside girl I've got the month of May
Oh I guess you'd say what can make me feel this way
My girl, talkin' 'bout my girl, my girl
I've got so much honey the bees envy me
I've got a sweeter song baby than the birds in the trees
Well I guess you'd say what can make me feel this way
My girl, talkin' 'bout my girl, my girl
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I don't need no money, fortune, or fame
I've got all the riches baby oneman can claim
Well I guess you'd say what can make me feel this way
My girl, my girl, my girl, talkin' bout my girl
My girl, talkin' 'bout my girl
On a cloudy day with my girl
I've even got the month of May with my girl
Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout my girl
Talkin' 'bout my girlYou cannot hide
Your pedigree
Don't call me cynical.
I can't provide
A guarantee
Don't call me cynical.
Time and time again
I'm finding a better defense
The crime I charge against
Reminds me to check your intent
I won't retreat
I will not bend
Don't call me criminal.
Inform defeat
If I offend
Don't call me criminal.
Time and time again
I'm finding a better defense
The crime I charge against
Reminds me to check your intent
You never get something without sacrifice
You never get something for nothing
So name your price
Time and time again
I'm finding a better defense
The crime I charge against
Reminds me to check your intent
Time and time again
Time and time again