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sexta-feira, 5 de dezembro de 2008

Sweet Child o' mine


She's got a smile that it seems to me Reminds me of childhood memories Where everything Was 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 stay there too long I'll probably break down and cry Oh, oh, oh Sweet child o' mine Oh, oh, oh, oh Sweet love of mine She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I 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 by Oh, oh, oh Sweet child o' mine Oh, oh, oh, oh Sweet love of mine Oh, oh, oh, oh Sweet child o' mine Oh, oh, oh, oh Sweet love of mine Oh, oh, oh, oh Sweet child o' mine Uh, uh, uh, uh Sweet love of mine Where do we go Where do we go now Where do we go Where do we go Where do we go Where do we go now Where do we go Where do we go now Where do we go now Where do we go Where do we go now Where do we go Where do we go now Where do we go Where do we go now Sweet child o' mine

Um comentário:

Steph Ciciliatti disse...

Obrigada pelos parabéns.
O amor é mesmo lindo. Eu descobri isso há tempo, ainda bem!

Sim, conheço itapê.
Vou me casar e morar aí perto, Angatuba, conheçe?


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