The Rolling Stones - My Girl | Текст песни

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I got sunshine, on a cloudy day.
When it’s cold outside, I got the month of May.
I guess, you’ll say,
“What can make me feel this way?”
My girl (my girl) my girl,
talking ’bout my girl.

I got so much honey, the bees envy me.
I’ve got a sweeter song, baby, than the birds in the trees.
I guess, you’ll say,
“What can make me feel this way?”
My girl (my girl) my girl,
talking ’bout my girl.

I don’t need no money, or count my pay.
I’ve got all the riches, baby, one man can take.
I guess, you’ll say,
“What can make me feel this way?”
My girl (my girl) my girl,
talking ’bout my girl.

I got sunshine, on a cloudy day.
I even got the month of May.
(My girl) My girl.
I’m talking ’bout my girl.