You're so right he can swim

He can breath underwater

I'm so light I'm so good

I'm all fathers' daughter



I know he won't roam

I know he won't roam



I'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 say



I climb you as I grow older

By fifty I'll ride on your shoulder



I'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 instead



I'll start at his knees

And I'll end in his dreams