Texty: Chuck Prophet. I Couldn't Be Happier.

Well, I, yeah I'm stuck, I'm a mess
Like the stain on your dress
I feel like Lady Macbeth
Got some pain in my chest
Something I can't digest
Yeah, I'm stuck, I'm a mess

Oh I, you were made for me
Like the sugar in my tea
Like the honey and the bee
I know you may not agree
But you were made for me

Don't tell me about the blues baby
You know I've been through that
Don't read me all the symptoms mama
Honey, you know that ain't where it's at
Even if you had a clue
You know you wouldn't have to ask
Still there's just one thing you should know
I couldn't be happier
I couldn't be happier

Oh I, don't you think that I'd know
A fake from an original
Don't need to pretend that you're real
Some kind of imaginary deal
I'm gonna feed you my fears
365 days a year
I don't need nothing on the side
I got no doubt in my mind
Ain't no kind of words could define
Yeah, I'm so glad that you're mine

Sometimes when I think of you
I really wanna scream
Sometimes when you're next to me
You're everything I need
Well I don't wanna be nobody's boy
I wanna be your man
If you'd only look at me
You just might understand I couldn't be happier
No, I couldn't be happier
So glad that you're mine, yes I am

You know you make me so mad
You make me feel so sad
Kinda feelings I ain't never had
But ain't I been your good boy
I was your favorite toy
Brought you a world filled with joy
Yeah, I'm so glad that you're mine