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Dad's Day Aroma 2 by Georgia

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Dad's Day Aroma 2

pop,male vocals

0:003:33
Lyrics
Description
(Verse 1)
Sunlight through the window, morning coffee brews,
Dad’s old leather jacket, that scent I can't refuse.
A hint of cedar wood mixed with morning dew,
But then there’s this twist, something fresh yet askew.
(Pre-Chorus)
It’s not just cologne, it’s a story untold,
Hints of old campfires and the rain-soaked mold.
A splash of motor oil from his weekend ride,
A fragrance that’s quirky, with love deep inside.
(Chorus)
Dad, your smell’s a mystery, like a vintage song,
Notes of earth and laughter where I belong.
A dash of dad-ness, a scent all your own,
It’s weird but it’s wonderful, it’s home sweet home.
(Verse 2)
The scent of worn-out sneakers after the big game,
Mixed with the spicy barbecue that sings your name.
That cologne you wore back when you danced at the fair,
A pinch of fresh laundry tangled with old armchair.
(Pre-Chorus)
It’s not just a smell, it’s a map of our days,
The long talks, the hugs, the crazy ways.
Every whiff tells a tale, from work to play,
Dad, your aroma’s a love that will stay.
(Chorus)
Dad, your smell’s a mystery, like a vintage song,
Notes of earth and laughter where I belong.
A dash of dad-ness, a scent all your own,
It’s weird but it’s wonderful, it’s home sweet home.
(Bridge)
Sometimes it’s puzzling, sometimes it’s bold,
Like the stories you tell that never get old.
I laugh and I tease, but deep in my heart,
That quirky old scent’s been there from the start.
(Chorus)
Dad, your smell’s a mystery, like a vintage song,
Notes of earth and laughter where I belong.
A dash of dad-ness, a scent all your own,
It’s weird but it’s wonderful, it’s home sweet home.
(Outro)
So here’s to the man with the aromatic flair,
Happy Father’s Day, Dad, no one can compare.
Your smell’s a keepsake, a symbol so clear,
Of love and of memories, year after year.