My Girl

My Girl
I am talking 'bout my girl!

she joins me in tub.
She joins me in the club.
We could party all noght long.
Just waitin for the cops to come.
Carry us awayyy!
To the cells.
In the jail.
It's not a fun place.

To be.
I'd rather be in my heart shped bed...
With you.
Ahh just the thought of green grass makes me scream.
I want the summer days not the cold winter nights

with me
With me
With me