The way you do the things you do/My Girl medley (live) 

You've got a smile so bright 
You know, you could've been a candle 
I'm holding you so tight 
You know, you could've been a handle 

The way you swept me off my feet 
You know, you could've been a broom 
The way you smell so sweet 
You know, you could've been some perfume

Well, you could've been anything 
That you wanted to and I can tell 
The way you do the things you do 
(The way you do the things you do, 
The way you do the things you do) 

As pretty as you are You know, 
you could've been a flower 
If good looks can cause a minute 
You know that you could be an hour 

The way you stole my heart 
You know, you could've been a cool crook 
And baby, you're so smart 
You know, you could've been a schoolbook

Well, you could've been anything 
That you wanted to and I can tell 
The way you do the things you do 
(The way you do the things you do, 
The way you do the things you do)

You made my life so rich 
You know, you could've been some money
And baby, you're so sweet 
You know, you could've been some honey

Well, you could've been anything 
That you wanted to and I can tell 
The way you do the things you do 
(The way you do the things you do) 

You really swept me off my feet 
(The way you do the things you do) 
You made my life complete 
(The way you do the things you do) 
You made my life so bright 
(The way you do the things you do) 
You make me feel all right...


I've got sunshine 
On a cloudy day. 
When it's cold outside, 
I've got the month of May. 

Well, I guess you'll say 
What can make me feel this way? 
My girl. (My girl, my girl) 
Talkin' 'bout my girl. (My girl) 

I've got so much honey 
The bees envy me. 
I've got a sweeter song 
Than the birds in the trees. 

Well, I guess you'll say 
What can make me feel this way? 
My girl. (My girl, my girl) 
Talkin' 'bout my girl. (My girl) 
Ooooh, Hoooo. 
Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey.

I don't need no money, 
Fortune or fame.
 I've got all the riches, baby, 
One man can claim. 

Well, I guess you'll say 
What can make me feel this way? 
My girl. (My girl, my girl) 
Talkin' 'bout my girl. (My girl) 
Talkin' bout my girl. 

I've got sushine on cloudy day 
With my girl. 
I've even got the month of May 
With my girl. 
Talkin' bout, talkin' bout my girl . . .