Sweet Child O' Mine

She's got a smile, and it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories. Where everything, was fresh as a bright blue sky. Now and then, when I see her face, it's take me away to that, special place. If I stare to long, I'd probably break down and cry. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Sweet child o' mine. I said, whoa, oh, oh, oh. Sweet love o' mine. She's got eyes, of the bluest skies, and 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 I child I'd hide and pray, for the thunder and the rain, to quietly pass me by. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Sweet child o' mine. I said, whoa, oh, oh, oh. Sweet love o' mine! I said, whoooooa, oh, oh. Sweet child o' mine. I said, whoa, oh, oh, oh. Sweet love o' mine. Where do we go? Where do we go now? (Sweet Child o' mine)