I'm gonna let him fly I'm gonna let him fly, fly whoa Ain't no talkin' to this man Ain't no pretty other side Ain't no way to understand stupid words of pride It would take an acrobat and I already tried all that Things can move at such a pace The second

This is side one Flip me over I know I'm not your favorite record The songs you grow to like never stick at first So I'm writing you a chorus 'Cause I'd never say no to you And there's no way to talk to you A rivalry goes so deep between me And this loss

You're my London girl Just the sound of your voice This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance The way that you walk The way that you talk And I ain't got no choice And if you cut me, don't you think I feel Is this body made of clay,

But I didn't go yet This shit is crazy It's one of those things, man You gotta experience to know what I'm talkin' about It's where the goin' get rough

I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl) I've got sunshine on a cloudy day Hey hey hey With my girl When it's cold outside I've got the month of May I've got so much honey the bees envy

Walk this way! Talk this way! She told me to When she told me how to walk this way Now there's a backseat lover That's always undercover And I talk til my daddy say Said you ain't seen nuthin' Til you're down on her muffin

Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna float down this river of tears I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry Even now that he's gone

But I didn't go yet This shit is crazy It's one of those things man You gotta experience to know what I'm talkin' about It's where the goin' get rough

I'm gonna let him fly Ain't no talkin to this man Ain't no pretty other side Ain't no way to understand the stupid words of pride It would take an acrobat, and I already tried all that so Things can move at such a pace The second hand just waved goodbye

I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl) I've got sunshine on a cloudy day Hey hey hey With my girl When it's cold outside I've got the month of May I've got so much honey the bees envy