Тексты песен Nicole C. Mullen

A little boy the age five Looked his papa in the eyes And said i really need to talk with you Been thinkin bout alot of things What it is i want to be And superman im thinkin Just wont do. (chorus) Wh

Your mama so cool like a gentle breeze Blowin on a summer day Your mama got a way of sayin things That would chase all my pain away I remember times She looked me in the eyes And tell me i could win '