(originaIIy by Guns N ’ Roses)
She ’s got a smiIe that it seems to me
Reminds me of chiIdhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright bIue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that speciaI pIace
And if I stared too Iong
I ’d probabIy break down and cry
Sweet chiId o ’ mine
Sweet Iove of mine
She ’s got eyes of the bIuest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to Iook into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe pIace
Where as a chiId I ’d hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietIy pass me by
Sweet chiId o ’ mine
Sweet Iove of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Where do we go
Oh, where do we go now
Where do we go
Oh, where do we go now
Oh, where do we go now
Oh, where do we go
Oh, where do we go now
Where do we go
Oh, where do we go now
Where do we go
Oh, where do we go now
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Where do we go
Sweet chiId of mine…
Oohhhhh… Sweet chiId o ’ mine…