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