Herman Brood
Miscellaneous
50 Years
Since a day or two
Butterflies in my head
Since a day or two
Pleasantly numb
I almost forgot what it feels like to be in love
I look around me through rose-colored glasses
Alone for far too long, I stood a little still
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A bit strange
Been for 50 years
Shaking on my legs
If she has disappeared
If she has disappeared
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She's mine
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She's, she's mine
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She's, she's, she's mine
Men galore
Waiting in a line
It doesn't bother me anyway
Because she's looking at me
Love, oh love, where were you all this time?
Everything she says
I swallow it wholeheartedly
And my sharp eye
has been missing for days too
I don't care as long as she makes love to me
It's a bit strange
Almost 50 years
Still shaking on my legs
When she's gone
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She's mine
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She is, she is mine
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She is, she is, she is mine
She is mine
For a day or two
Pleasantly numb
Since a day or two
Butterflies in my head
Knowing what it feels like to be in love
How could I know, my world was so small
But I looked around through rose-tinted glasses
Alone for far too long, I stood a bit still
Many men waiting in a line
It doesn't bother me anyway because she looks at me
A bit strange, I've been 50 years old
Twitching on my legs when she has disappeared
Forgotten what it feels like to be in love
How could I knowing my world was so small
Love oh love where were you all this time
I don't care as long as you make love to me
A bit strange
Twitching on me 'n legs
A bit strange
If she disappeared