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