Pretty Blue Eyes
Mike Campbell
Sundays child is full of grace golden hair like lace so sareene yeah you like a dream, like a dream
Pretty blue eyes, whooa Pretty Blue eyes
Your like a summers day bright in every way yet meek and mild with the warmest smile, the warmest smile
Pretty blue eyes, whooa Pretty Blue eyes
Pretty blue eyes, whooa Pretty Blue eyes
You melt my heart each you enter in my mine with your long blonde curls Grand-daddy's girl and Daddy's girl
Pretty blue eyes, whooa Pretty Blue eyes
Whooa Pretty Blue eyes
