Got The Girl (Boy From Ipanema)

Saint Marks on a rainy Saturday
I walked down to Yafo cafe
I had a latte
And there she was fine like summertime sunshine
Shining like the first time sublime
Like a cool breeze
On a tropical island just island meanwhilen back in the ranch
We can boombayee and dance
We can fall into a trance
And it can be your world
If you will be my girl

I got the girl (he’s got the girl)
I got the girl (he’s got the girl)
I got the girl (he’s got the girl)
I got the girl (he’s got the girl)

No more syllables of hipster parables
I’m here to make your world so full
To satisfy our minds we intellecutalize
Add your point emotion is irrationalise
The clouds that move
And the time changing his face
Let’s live this place
Come on and be my girl

I got the girl (he’s got the girl)
I got the girl (he’s got the girl)
I got the girl (he’s got the girl)
I got the girl (he’s got the girl)

I’m so deep I’m shallow
So heavy that I am hollow
I’ve thought about it much too long
And it would be such a turn on to turn out and burn on
Until we get there
Or there’ll be times when you don’t even see me
And incredibly you free me
Opening my world to a new high
Now I am dreaming in colour all the time

I got the girl (he’s got the girl)
I got the girl (he’s got the girl)
I got the girl (he’s got the girl)
I got the girl (he’s got the girl)

I got the girl (he’s got the girl)
I got the girl (he’s got the girl)
I got the girl (he’s got the girl)
I got the girl (he’s got the girl)