The Crunge

(Bonham/Jones/Page/Plant)  (3:10)    I wanna tell you bout my good thing.  I ain't disclosing no names, but she is a good friend.  I ain't gonna tell you where she comes from.  If I tell you, you won't come again.  I aint gonna tell you that.  I should do, but I know.   Now let me tell you bout my girl.  Open a newspaper and what do I see?  See my girl looking at me.  And when she walks, she walks,  And when she talks, she talks,  And when she looks at me in the eye.  She's my baby, I wanna make her mine.  Tell me baby what you want me to do.  You want me to love you, love some other man too.  Ain't gonna call me Mr. Pitiful.  No, I don't need no respect from nobody, no.    I ain't gonna tell you nothing I can't tell  you no more she's my baby let me tell you I love  her so and she's the woman I really wanna love  and let me tell you more she's my baby she lives  next door she's the one a woman the one a woman  that I know I ain't gonna tell you one thing that  you really ought to know she's my baby and I love  her so she's the one that really makes me whirl  and twirl and she's got the kind of love that makes  me fill the whole world she's the kind of girl  makes me jump and shout she's the kind of girl  lets me know what it's all about take it take it    Excuse me  Oh will ya excuse me  I'm just trying to find the bridge  Has anybody seen the bridge?  Please!    (Have you seen the bridge?)    I ain't seen the bridge!    (Where's that confounded bridge?)