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She's highly strung and busy being someone's full-time wife And beauty-parlour sessions are her main pursuit in life Her hands are always clad in gloves to keep away the germs The dog under her arm looks like a rabbit with a perm. I see her as I sweep the floor in Ricky's Bar & Grill She's walking past in 5 inch heels, strutting up the hill I watch her pull a face, just as a bum passes her by Right there I feel so lucky as I'm realising why I feel good - in my faded jeans I feel free - on the grass without my shoes on I feel good with my simple means And if I'm wrong about the rest - so what! I see him through the window of the internet-café His name is Chuck or Bob it changes every other day He's Super-, Bat- or Spiderman like all his virtual friends cause online your identity don't make no difference. I think of all these people as I'm walking through a field The smell of earth and cowshit underneath my shoes is real And there's no higher level, it's as good as it can get As long as dirt is dirty and the rain still makes me wet. I feel good - in my faded jeans I feel free - on the grass without my shoes on I feel good with my simple means And if I'm wrong about the rest - so what! Aus Songtexte Mania