sábado, diciembre 27, 2008
Swet child o'mine
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where evrythingWas as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too longI'd probably break down and crySweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rainI hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me bySweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine
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Guns and roses
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