Let me tell you ’bout a girl I know.
She’s my baby and I love her so.
Every morning when the sun comes up,
she brings me coffee in my favorite cup.
That’s how I know. Yes, I know.
Hallelujah, I just love her so.
If I call her on the telephone:
“Say, baby? Eddie’s all alone.”
By the time you count from one to four,
she’ll be … on my door.
Well, and in the evening when the sun goes down
and there ain’t nobody else around,
she kisses me and then she holds me tight:
“Eddie, baby, everything’s all right”.
That’s how I know. Yes, I know.
Hallelujah, I just love her so.
(Let me tell you, baby…)
And in the evening when the sun goes down
and there ain’t nobody else around,
she kisses me and then she holds me tight:
“Eddie, baby, everything’s swingin'”.
That’s how I know. Yes, I know.
Hallelujah, I just love her so.
Hallelujah, I just love her so.
Hallelujah, I just love her so.
Hallelujah, I just love her so.
Let me tell you hallelujah, I just love that she’s so.