My Girl
My girl, smiles in the mornin
Gets up by noon
My girl, got me to keep her warm and I'll be there soon
She dropped me off like a firework
She never said we're through
I said please baby we can make it work
She said enough from you
But
My girl, always comes back to me
Spread the love
My girl, wants everybody else to see
She's under my thumb
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