Saint Marks on a rainy Saturday, I walked down to Yafo cafe
I had a latte....and there she was fine like summertime sunshine
Shining like the first time sublime, like a cool breeze on a tropical island
Just island meanwhilen back in the ranch we can boombayee and dance
We can fall into a trance, and it can be your world......
If you will be my girl
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
No more syllables of hipster parables
I'm here to make your world so full to satisfy our minds
We intellecutalize add your point emotion is irrationalise
The clouds that move and the time changing his face, let's live this place
Come one and be my girl
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I'm so deep I'm shallow, So heavy that I am hollow
I've thought about it much too long
And it would be such a turn on to turn out and burn on
Until we get there or there'll be times
When you don't even see me and incredibly
You free me opening my world to a new high
Now I am dreaming in colour all the time
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
I got the girl (he's got the girl)
Repeat to fade

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