PRIVATE SUIT
Bettie Serveert
(Serveert/Carol Van Dyk)
Our little works of wonder, in a nostalgic mood,
let no man pull this under,
this is a private suit.
Descending, softly, down the hillside, they say
“Dim the lights”
it's better not to see things,
relying on the free things,
just like a favorite tune.
And of course I had my feet in the absurd,
‘cause I tried to fit my life into a word,
now it still turned out the same.
We're half seas over, in a nostalgic mood.
I got my arms wrapped around your shoulder,
just like a private suit.
And we’re feeding on molasses, drinking all the glasses, they say
“Kill the lights!”
it's better not to see things,
relying on the free things,
just like a favorite tune.
But on top of everything, it sounds absurd,
when I tried to pin my life into a word,
now it still turned out the same.
Hey, but don't worry about me,
I’ll be sitting by the seashore,
laughing at the lifeforms,
and whistling down the breeze.
So don't worry about me,
'cause you can't please everyone.
And I'm thinking to myself,
and I'm not the only one.
We all gotta learn,
to give some in return.
Don't worry about me.
Don't worry about me,
'cause you can't please everyone.
And I'm thinking to myself,
and I'm not the only one.
We all gotta learn,
to give some in return,
like little works of wonder.
- js
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