Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox
Sweet Child O’ Mine
She´s got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of chilhood 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 stared too long
I´d probably break down and cry

Wuooh sweet child o´mine
Wuoh oh oh oh sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As id ther thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
Of a war safe place
Where as a child i'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Wuooh sweet child o´mine
Wuoh oh oh oh 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 now
Where do we go now

Where do we go
(sweet child)
Where do we go now

I, i, i, i, i, i, i, i
Where do we go now
Aaaaa
Where do we go
Aaaaa
Where do we go now

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now