My Girl — текст песни (The Mamas and the Papas)

I`ve got sunshine on a cloudy day;
And when it`s cold outside, I`ve got the month of May.
I guess you`ll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl---I`m talking `bout my girl.

I`ve got so much honey the bees envy me;
I`ve got a sweeter song than the birds in the tree.
I guess you`ll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl---I`m talking `bout my girl.

Hey, hey, hey...
Hey, hey, hey...

I don`t need money, fortune, or fame;
I got all the riches, baby, that one man can claim.
I guess you`ll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl (my girl, my girl)---talking `bout my girl

(Hey, hey, hey---hey, hey, hey)
I`ve got so much honey the bees envy me
(Hey, hey, hey---hey, hey, hey)
I got a sweeter song than the birds in the tree
(Hey, hey, hey---hey, hey, hey)
Don`t need no fortune, no money or fame
(Hey, hey, hey...)
But when I got my girl...