Sinds 1 dag of 2, vlinders in mijn hoofd
Sinds 1 dag of 2, aangenaam verdoofd
'k Was haast vergeten hoe 't voelt om verliefd te zijn
Ik kijk om me heen door een roze bril
Veel te lang alleen, 'k stond een beetje stil
Hoe kon 'k 't weten, m'n wereldje was zo klein
t'is Wel een beetje raar, 32 jaar
Trillend op m'n benen, als ze is verdwenen
(Oe la la la, la la) Ze is, ze is van mij...
Mannen bij de vleet, wachtend in een rij
Doet me toch geen reet want ze kijkt naar mij
Liefde, o, liefde, waar was jij toch al die tijd
O, alles wat ze zegt slik ik voor zoete koek
En mijn scherpe blik is ook al dagen zoek
Het kan me niet schelen zolang ze maar met me vrijt
'tis wel een beetje raar, 32 jaar
Trillend op m'n benen als ze is verdwenen
(Oe la la la, la la) Ze is, ze is van mij...She was wearing shocking pink and jewelry of gold
Papa said son isn't she fine
Knew he wud be out all night
Though son is only 9 years ond
This is how he's forced 2 spend his time
Lookin' out window into someone else's home
Watching mother, father, child at play
Wish he cud be a part but it's
2 hared to froget he's alone
A typical day
The boy at the window
One more forgotten son
Ah, looking to the corner
2 see what he'll become
The boy at the window
If he's still sittin' there
Are you even gonna care
Papa always tells him son
Keep sittin at ur window
Don't end up like me, watch from above
U can't go wrong
More and more son's thinkin'
Won't be 2 far but I must go in his eyes
The corner is the only place he can belong
Son is smart enough 2 see it
Won't make him somebody
But it's better than livin' with
The hupocrisies above
No more smelling ho's and liquor
On the breath of daddy
Rather smeill it on the breath of
Brothers he don't know or love
Remember when the windo boy was
Young and untouched
Happy with his window view
But look it's not enough
His dreams are in the gutter
And now he's just a number
All because he wanted 2 belong
All because he wanted 2 belong
So he learned to play the role
Of hustler with no geelings
Thinking "They'll accept me if I prove that I'm real hard"
Now he's leranin' firsthand of the word and it's true meaning
The windo w he looks out of now
Includes wrought iron bars
The boy at the window
One more forgotten son
Ah, he looked to the corner
And guess what he's become
The boy at the window
If he's still sittin' there
Are you even gonna care