She waters tulips and jars strawberry jam
Who lives in a windmill in old Amsterdam
She brushes the stairs and she sweeps up my cats in her windmill
She hangs her paintings on old rusty nails
She floats along with the breeze in her sails
I spend every hour in a cloud of her flower in her windmill
The miller is threshing the wheat in the fields
He keeps me away with the scythe that he wields
But nothing can keep me from taking your hand
No, nothing will stop me in old Amsterdam
I know I shouldn't, but I know I shall
While she rides her bicycle by the canal
I'll fall to one knee and I'll ask her to flee from the windmill
Yeah, we will be lovers and we will be friends
And we will lay close when the fairytale ends
Remember a day when our love remained
Away from the windmill
The miller's a killer and he'll come for me
He'll slash and he'll thrash and he'll cut down my tree
But I will be running as fast as I can
And we will be lovers in old Amsterdam
But nothing can keep me from taking your hand
Remember a day when our love remained
Away from the windmill
She speeds on other birds
by the name of Criest
Just this evening
a lot of fireflies and salmon
G진짜, a nation's world
See you next week.
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