Trudi's Song
Lyrics
Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh (Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh) Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh (Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh) Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh (Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh) 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 Hmm, I got my babe, hmm, I got my babe She's a right-on child, she goes smilin' Whoa oh, whoa oh (Whoa oh, whoa oh) 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 Hmm, I got my babe, hmm, I got my babe She's a right-on child, she goes smilin' Oh, oh, oh, oh (Whoa oh, whoa oh) Hmm, I got my babe, hmm, I got my babe Hmm, I got my babe, hmm, I got my babe Hmm, I got my babe, hmm, I got my babe Hmm, I got my babe, hmm, I got my babe Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Whoa oh, whoa oh)
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:22
- Key
- 2
- Tempo
- 113 BPM
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