He doesn’t fight crime or wear a cape He doesn't read minds or levitate But every time my world needs saving He’s my superman
Some folks don’t believe in heroes Cause they haven’t met my dad
He loves his workshop and rock n roll He’s got a hot rod and a heart of gold And you could say he’s a man of few words But he talks a lot within
And even thought I’m a little taller I still look up to him
He built me a house in the arms of a tree He taught me to drive and to fight and to dream When he looks in my eyes I hope he can see that My dad’s a hero to me
Rust ridden fenders and doors full of dings Somehow he can fix about anything I didn’t think he knew how to cry until our dog died that year He doesn’t always say I love ya But I can hear him loud and clear
He built me a house in the arms of a tree He taught me to drive and to fight and to dream When he looks in my eyes I hope he can see that My dad’s a hero to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
