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Ven a mi bote

Every Mother's Son

Come On Down To My Boat

She sits on the dock a fishin' in the water, uh huh
I don't know her name she's the fisherman's daughter, uh huh
Come on down to my boat, baby
Come on down where we can play
Come on down to my boat, baby
Come on down, we'll sail away

She smiled so nice like she wants to come with me, uh huh
But she's tied to the dock, and she can't get free
Come on down to my boat, baby
Come on down where we can play
Come on down to my boat, baby
Come on down, we'll sail away

Fish all day, sleep all night
Father never lets her out of his sight
Soon I'm gonna have to get my knife and cut that rope (cut that rope)

Then we can go fishin' in my little red boat
Make you happy in my little red boat
So come on down to my boat, baby
Come on down where we can play
Come on down to my boat, baby
Come on down, we'll sail away

Come on down to my boat, baby
Come on down where we can play
Come on down to my boat, baby
Come on down, we'll sail away

Ven a mi bote

Ella se sienta en el muelle pescando en el agua, uh huh
No sé su nombre, ella es la hija del pescador, uh huh
Ven a mi bote, nena
Ven donde podamos jugar
Ven a mi bote, nena
Ven, nos iremos navegando

Ella sonríe tan lindo como si quisiera venir conmigo, uh huh
Pero está atada al muelle, y no puede liberarse
Ven a mi bote, nena
Ven donde podamos jugar
Ven a mi bote, nena
Ven, nos iremos navegando

Pesca todo el día, duerme toda la noche
Su padre nunca la deja fuera de su vista
Pronto tendré que sacar mi cuchillo y cortar esa cuerda (cortar esa cuerda)

Entonces podremos pescar en mi pequeño bote rojo
Hacerte feliz en mi pequeño bote rojo
Así que ven a mi bote, nena
Ven donde podamos jugar
Ven a mi bote, nena
Ven, nos iremos navegando

Ven a mi bote, nena
Ven donde podamos jugar
Ven a mi bote, nena
Ven, nos iremos navegando

Escrita por: Jerry Goldstein, Wes Farrell