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You could have been Miss Sweden
You're cute like Ewa Aulin
Your hair is bright and eyes which colour
are blue as the ones of Ingrid Thulin
You look nice
You live in a posh little flat
With a giant bed and a bar
and all your records are new
in your disc collection
- nice groove
You hang in celebrity circles
and is shallow and posh like them
Circulate with the society's hotshots
And you're always a great success
- how great she look
But do you miss something, my dear
or what do you think about?
Could it be happiness, my dear
you've lost nonetheless
is that so?
You have a job like most
Salary like a private secretary
A boss who forgives almost everything
and who values legs and gender
by salary
You have time off when the boss can
and you travel to Falsterbohus
The bosses wife sits alone in the countryside
carry water and rakes gravel
She is kind, no whine
Sometimes you're a playgirl
in Lektyr and FIB-Aktuellt
Teeny weeny barbershop lassie
lies naked smiling sensually
or sweet
But do you miss something, my dear
or what do you think about?
Could it be happiness, my dear
you've lost nonetheless,
is that so?
You have almost it all, and I mean
now that you've chosen to fall in love
you too get jewels and rocks
for the geezer is a millionaire and senile,
but have class
You have what one can ask for
yet it seems so quiet by your door
Where is the twinkle in your eyes, my dear?
and the laughter I remember from before
The laughter that was happy
Say, what is that wind which
have brought you this far, my friend
Where is the dimple in the cheek
I used to touch a long time ago
Where is it?
Well, do you miss something, my dear
or what do you think about?
Could it be happiness, my dear
you've lost nonetheless?