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[ Tekst: Magne Neby ]

How Good It Feels

I’ve been putting out cigarettes, buying bottled water,
eating carrots from a bag.
I’ve been smiling like an idiot,
flexing biseps,
when I knew you were passing by.
I’ve been helping old ladies, pushing Mercedes,
all to make you look in my way.
I’ve been loosing time,
talking in rhymes,
and I’ve been meaning to say.

How good it feels, to be walking down your lane. How good it feels,to be humming on your name. How good it feels, to be holding your hand.
How good it feels to be your man.

I’ve been sleeping alone,
me and my phone,
when you were out of town.
I’ve been making a song,
all day long,
just to trash it before dawn.
Lately being happy,
less and less scrappy, feeling good about myself.
But I have to say,
this being o.k.,
is hard getting used to.

How good it feels, to be walking down your lane. How good it feels,to be humming on your name. How good it feels, to be holding your hand.
How good it feels to be your man.

I’ve been bringing home ice cream, berries and whipped cream, spending credit without pause.
I’ve been cooking in French, me and the stench,
burning sugar with a cause.
I’ve been riding in the sunset, hammocks and light lit, making Hollywood seem dull.
But in evening time,
after dozens of rhymes, I still get the same feeling.

How good it feels, to be walking down your lane. How good it feels,to be humming on your name. How good it feels, to be holding your hand.
How good it feels to be your man.