You're so right he can swim
He can breath underwater
I'm so light I'm so good
I'm all fathers' daughterI know he won't roam
I know he won't roamI'm so blonde, you're so hot
This could not be better
I'm sorry I can't talk
I can't think under pressure
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to sayI climb you as I grow older
By fifty I'll ride on your shoulderI'll start at his knees
And I'll end in his dreams
I'm so glad you could come
Now breath underwater
I'm so glad he's so charmed
That I'll walk him back home
And I'll keep him in bed
I'll walk out the door
And I'll live there insteadI'll start at his knees
And I'll end in his dreams
