Mott The Hoople Trudi's Song
Wooohooo..... She doesn't have to say - she only has to look I think she sees through me - reads me like a book And I'm in love with her, and she's in love with me And the love goes sailin' on - across the stormy seas. Mmmmm, I got my babe, Mmmmm, I got my babe, She's a right-on child, she goes smilin' Woohooo....Woohooo Sometimes I go over the line, she has to bring me down, And the pride pulls heavy, makes some evil sounds. But I'm in love with her, and she's in love with me And the sea runs calmer now, I kiss the love that sleeps. Mmmm, I got my babe, Mmmm I got my babe, She's a right-on child, she goes smilin' O-O-Oh....O-O-Oh Mmmm, I got my babe, Mmmm I got my babe, Mmmm, I got my babe, Mmmm I got my babe, Mmmm, I got my babe, Mmmm I got my babe, Mmmm, I got my babe, Mmmm I got my babe O-O-Oh....O-O-Oh
