Lletres: Harry Connick, Jr.. Oh, My Nola. Something You Got.

Now, something you got makes me work all day
Girl something you got makes me bring home my pay
Now, something you got you ought to know
My, my woah, woah, I love you so

Hey, something you got makes the world go on
Now, something you got keeps me happy all the time
Now, something you got you ought to know
My, my, my, woah, woah, I love you so

Hey, something you got keeps me home every night
Well, now, something you got makes everythin' all right
Ooh, something you got, you ought to know now
Well, my, my woah, woah, I love you so, say it again, say it again now
My, my woah, woah, I love you so, oh, oh
My, my, my woah, woah, I love you so