[Speech]
So, we've got a gift-wrapped present for every one of ya
You know, sometimes the criticism about us is:
"Too much fucking context, too much subtext, too much this, too much that, miserable bastards"
Not always!
[Verse 1]
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
It takes me away to the special place
And if I stared too long, I'd probably break down and cry
[Chorus]
(Whoa-whoa-whoa, sweet child of mine)
(Whoa, oh-oh-oh, sweet love of mine)
[Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
She's got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain
I'd 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
I pray for the thunder and the rain, why did it have to die
So, we've got a gift-wrapped present for every one of ya
You know, sometimes the criticism about us is:
"Too much fucking context, too much subtext, too much this, too much that, miserable bastards"
Not always!
[Verse 1]
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
It takes me away to the special place
And if I stared too long, I'd probably break down and cry
[Chorus]
(Whoa-whoa-whoa, sweet child of mine)
(Whoa, oh-oh-oh, sweet love of mine)
[Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
She's got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain
I'd 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
I pray for the thunder and the rain, why did it have to die
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