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Nice

Aina Wassvik · Tekst og musikk: Aina Wassvik

You call me pretty things Things I´ve never heard before You call me late at night Just to tell me sleep tight Oh, I remember I had to look twice That Thursday morning Your name on my screen

I don´t know what this is I don´t know who you are Remember I saw you once on stage Standing in the crowd Oh, I don´t know what it is But you make me smile Oh, I don´t know where this leads But I think, I think, I think this is nice

There´s something about your voice Enchants me in a moment And the way you talk Only makes me want more Of your brown hair, blue eyes How your hand fits perfect in mine Oh, you´re the one who called Tell me do you know

´Cause I don´t know what this is I don´t know what we are Remember I saw you once on stage Playing that guitar Oh, I don´t know what it is But you make me smile Oh, I don´t know where this leads But I think, I think, I think this is nice

I like to talk with you Hear your bad jokes, laugh with you For hours and hours Talk with you makes my day You´re so easy, calm and right It´s all so nice Oh, darling, you´re pretty nice

Oh, I don´t know what this is I don´t know what we are Remember I saw you on some stage Shining like a star Oh, I don´t know what it is But you make me smile Oh, I don´t know where this leads But I think, I think, I think this is nice