Manic , Street Preachers - Sweet Child o' Mine lyrics
[Manic , Street Preachers - Sweet Child o' Mine lyrics]
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!
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
(Whoa-whoa-whoa, sweet child of mine)
(Whoa, oh oh oh, sweet love of mine)
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
(Whoa-whoa-whoa, sweet child of mine)
(Whoa oh oh oh, sweet love of mine)
Whoa whoa ah ah, oh oh oh oh
Sweet love of mine
Whoa oh oh oh, sweet child of mine
Whoa oh oh oh, sweet child of mine
Whoa oh oh oh
(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? Where do we go now?)
(Where do we go? Where do we go now?)
Where do we go? Oh, where do we go now?
Where do we go? Oh, where do we go now?
Where do we go? Where do we go now?
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!
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
(Whoa-whoa-whoa, sweet child of mine)
(Whoa, oh oh oh, sweet love of mine)
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
(Whoa-whoa-whoa, sweet child of mine)
(Whoa oh oh oh, sweet love of mine)
Whoa whoa ah ah, oh oh oh oh
Sweet love of mine
Whoa oh oh oh, sweet child of mine
Whoa oh oh oh, sweet child of mine
Whoa oh oh oh
(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? Where do we go now?)
(Where do we go? Where do we go now?)
Where do we go? Oh, where do we go now?
Where do we go? Oh, where do we go now?
Where do we go? Where do we go now?