The earring
(Lars Glasø)
Remember her entrance that evening
The queen came in without a warning
Felt my life was about to commence
Mundane things started to make sense
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Hoping my prospects were good
She could see me from
where she stood
Pretending to be cool, talking about
intellectual stuff
Bragging loudly and showing off
After a while her eyes met mine
My heart was beating fast
I looked for a sign
She turned away and smiled
to someone near
Disappointed I ordered a beer
Soon I felt better and became bolder
Someone spoke and put a hand
on my shoulder
The queen said I was wearing
a nice earring
Thought it was something wrong
with my hearing
Told her I didn't wear any earring
She said I had to if I wanted to be king
Considered her suggestion but preferred
to stay without
She left the room, I was counted out
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After a while her eyes met mine
Held my breath and looked for a sign
She turned away and smiled
to someone near
Acting as if I wasn't there
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I acted as if I didn't care