I Got You
I've had big dreams, come true and I believe in
Angels, Although I can't see them,
They're watching over everything I do
Ain't no easy street around the bend in my road
No pot of gold at the end of my rainbow
But I don't mind, 'cause baby I got you
THE RAIN, KEEPS THE FLOWERS FROM DYIN'
THE SUN, LIGHTS THE WORLD WHEN IT SHINES
THE MIDNIGHT SKY HAS A BLANKET OF STARS AND THE MOON
AND BABY I GOT YOU
I can't imagine, one day without you in it
Life alone, it just wouldn't be worth livin'
Love would be a wish that never came true
Lord knows, I've got more than I deserve
But I don't question the prayers I've been answered
I did something right
'cause baby I've got you
THE RAIN, KEEPS THE FLOWERS FROM DYIN'
THE SUN, LIGHTS THE WORLD WHEN IT SHINES
THE MIDNIGHT SKY HAS A BLANKET OF STARS AND THE MOON
AND BABY I GOT YOU...
OHHH, the rain, keeps the flowers from dyin'
the sun, lights the world when it shines
the midnight sky has a blanket of stars and the moon
and baby ive got you,
'keeps the flowers from dyin'
the sun, lights the world when it shines
the midnight sky has a blanket of stars and the moon
and baby ive got you..
YeaHH, ohh..baby I got you
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