By : Guns n Roses
woah oh oh
Sweet child o' mine
woah 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
woah oh oh
Sweet child o' mine
woah oh oh oh
Sweet love of mine
woah oh oh
Sweet child o' mine
woah oh oh oh
Sweet love of mine
woah oh oh
Sweet child o' mine
woah oh oh oh
Sweet love of mine
woah oh oh
Sweet child o' mine
woah oh oh oh
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go
Where do we go
Where do we go
Where do we go
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine
Where do we go now
ah ah aiai
Where do we go now
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Where do we go now
sweet child of mine