A Mãe Da Minha Filha

Let me smell that hair
Blonde, beautiful, fine, and foreign
Let me breathe in your scent
On one of those Sunday drives

Let me smell that hair
Blonde, beautiful, fine, and foreign
Let me breathe in your scent
On one of those Sunday drives

'Cause when I get there, you'll be
Wanting a man of your own to love you
'Cause when I get there, I just want you
The mother of my daughter, the mother of my daughter

Let me smell that hair
My brown-skinned beauty, my gorgeous girl
I haven't forgotten your scent
Love spell, champagne, or vanilla

'Cause when I get there, you'll be
Wanting a man of your own to love you
'Cause when I get there, I just want you
The mother of my daughter, the mother of my daughter
The mother of my daughter

Let me smell that hair
Fur, leather, legs drive me wild
Let me see you step out of the shower
In that tiny little thong

'Cause when I get there, you'll be
Wanting a man of your own to love you
'Cause when I get there, I just want you
The mother of my daughter, the mother of my daughter
The mother of my daughter, the mother of my daughter
Beautiful, the mother of my daughter