Baby Blues by Rick Kirkman and Jerry Scott for September 01, 1995

She’s got a smile that it seems to meReminds me of childhood memoriesWhere everything was as fresh as the bright blue skyNow and then when I see her faceShe takes me away to that special placeAnd if I stare too long, I’d probably break down and cryWhoa, oh, ohSweet child o’ mineWhoa, oh, oh, ohSweet love of mineShe’s got eyes of the bluest skiesAs if they thought of rainI’d hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of painHer hair reminds me of a warm safe placeWhere as a child I’d hideAnd pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me byWhoa, oh, ohSweet child o’ mineWhoa whoa, oh, oh, ohSweet love of mineWhoa, yeahWhoa, oh, oh, ohSweet child o’ mineWhoa, oh, whoa, ohSweet love of mineWhoa, oh, oh, ohSweet child o’ mineOoh, yeahOoh, sweet love of mineWhere do we go?Where do we go now?Where do we go?Ooh, oh, where do we go?Where do we go now?Oh, where do we go now?Where do we go? (Sweet child)Where do we go now?Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ayWhere do we go now?Ah, ahWhere do we go?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?Now, now, now, now, now, now, nowSweet childSweet child of mine