All I know is everybody loves me Feels just like I don't try Looks so good I might die Swaying to my own sound Flashes in my face now And you don't have to make a sound

Me, me, me and mine Me and Mine we'll be alright Long as she's standing at my side Long as she's loving me Mine and me we'll be unified Mine and me, you and me oh Looks like the echoes running low Personal hope you weren't home Too many lost but not alone

To my mind, she's my kind of girl. That face just knocks me off my feet, She's really sweet enough to eat. She looks like an angel looks, And my mind in a kind of whirl, She walks like an angel walks, She talks like an angel talks, And her hair has a

And everything I need And she's everything I ever wanted I talk about her I go on and on, and on 'Cause she's everything to me She's everything to me She's a yellow pair of running shoes A holey pair of jeans She looks great in cheap sunglasses

And now all I can do is smile And fade into the background I'll say congratulations and I'll fade into the background She looks so good in that white dress At the far end of the aisle Standing where I should be standing Some other man on his face there's

There's a firefly loose tonight Better catch it before it burns this place down And I lie if I don't feel so right But the world looks better through your eyes Feeling like you won't believe And hold me tight, don't let me breathe It's only been one

The moon's a harsh mistress And the moon's a harsh mistress See her how she flies Golden sails across the sky Close enough to touch But careful if you try Though she looks as warm as gold The moon can be so cold Once the sun did shine

This what Sauga feels like in the night time That smile on your face Makes it easy to trust you Watch what she doin' when the light shine Drunk niggas tryin' a talk in the strip club Shawty silhouette looks like a dolla sign Caught up (caught up) Thats

And everything I need And she's everything I ever wanted I talk about her I go on and on, and on 'Cause she's everything to me She's everything to me She's a yellow pair of running shoes A holey pair of jeans She looks great in cheap sunglasses

Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, She looks so fine Like champagne or wine No one ever gets her Oh ain't she cool Plays us for fools If we want to let her Across the room she sees some buffoon Blown away by her style