Katie

I grew up in this little town
In the outskirts of Oslo
Ran my little chicken legs around
And early on
At the age of three
I met a girl
Who's the world to me
We were meant to be
My sweet Katie

At my house we used to
Play with dolls
But at hers
We shot with guns
Running 'round
With her brothers
Hunting birds
We explored the nature naked
And aimed
For the stars
Oooooh
My sweet Katie

Ooooh
You know me better
Than even God
Will ever do
Ooooh
My life
Would've been poor
Without you

Concidering all
Our differences
And the things that
We don't share
You're still the one
I turn to when I cry
If you and I had met today
We might have gone
Our seperate ways
But we were meant to be
My sweet Katie

Ooooh
You know me better
Than even God
Will ever do
Ooooh
My life
Would've been poor
Without you

Ooooh
You know me better
Than even God
Will ever do
Ooooh
You know me better
Than even Mom
Will ever do
Ooooooh
My life
Would've been poor
Without you



Credits
Writer(s): Mari Skeie Ljones, Torgeir Waldemar Engen, Janne Hea Svebakken
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