Steve Miller Band - Got Love 'Cause You Need It lyrics
[Steve Miller Band - Got Love 'Cause You Need It lyrics]
(Hey, babies, you may have heard of the)
(Sweet cowboy of love)
(But I'm gonna whup a cat on you)
(That's been bad rapped all the way)
Sittin' here waitin', anticipatin'
What I'm gonna do to you
You may not see it, but you sure do need it
And I'll change your mind
'fore you're through been cool so far
But I'm gonna steal your car
And you'll learn to dig it, too, baby
Comin' on strong and it won't be long
Before you feel me comin' through
I've got no hands on the wheel
But I'm drivin' by feel
I've got you sewn up, surrounded, too
Take you down the track in a burlap sack
And you'll learn to dig it, too
You're my horse if you've never won a race
But I've got to put this foot to you
You better not brag, you're a hunky old hag
And that goes for your mother, too
Who you tell me you love
Gonna slug you in the eye
And you'll learn to dig it, baby
Well, you've got a job and
I've heard that before
And you're in the same line as Pussy Galore
You wear your dresses short and
I'll see you in court
You better bring me back some money
Or don't knock on my door
Gonna get me a whip and I'm
Gonna teach you to skip
And you'll learn to dig it, baby
Well, I'm movin' faster
Than the plaster casters
And all your groupies, too
Got love 'cause you need it, baby
And we're gonna mess with you
(Sweet cowboy of love)
(But I'm gonna whup a cat on you)
(That's been bad rapped all the way)
Sittin' here waitin', anticipatin'
What I'm gonna do to you
You may not see it, but you sure do need it
And I'll change your mind
'fore you're through been cool so far
But I'm gonna steal your car
And you'll learn to dig it, too, baby
Comin' on strong and it won't be long
Before you feel me comin' through
I've got no hands on the wheel
But I'm drivin' by feel
I've got you sewn up, surrounded, too
Take you down the track in a burlap sack
And you'll learn to dig it, too
You're my horse if you've never won a race
But I've got to put this foot to you
You better not brag, you're a hunky old hag
And that goes for your mother, too
Who you tell me you love
Gonna slug you in the eye
And you'll learn to dig it, baby
Well, you've got a job and
I've heard that before
And you're in the same line as Pussy Galore
You wear your dresses short and
I'll see you in court
You better bring me back some money
Or don't knock on my door
Gonna get me a whip and I'm
Gonna teach you to skip
And you'll learn to dig it, baby
Well, I'm movin' faster
Than the plaster casters
And all your groupies, too
Got love 'cause you need it, baby
And we're gonna mess with you