Jessicas grotta

Vinter. Skridskoåkning i en ishall. Nykär. Det är till det som mina tankar vandrar när jag hör låten. Och så lägger sig ett leende på läpparna.

Jag och älsklingen hade inte varit tillsammans särskilt länge när vi började åka skridskor under mina helgbesök hos honom. Båda två var glada för att den andre också tyckte om att åka skridskor, för det är en rolig sysselsättning. Hur som helst, en av de första gångerna som vi åkte skridskor tillsammans ägde rum i ishallen i Strängnäs. Bara tanken på det ger mig en mysig känsla i magen. Under tiden som vi åkte spelade de "Livin' next door to Alice" och älsklingen lade mimande till ”Alice, who the fuck is Alice?!”. Jag själv hade bara hört originalversionen och såg därför frågande på honom. Efteråt satt vi i hans bil och lyssnade på några låtar, däribland who-the-fuck-is-Alice-låten. Av den anledningen tänker jag på det som jag inledningsvis nämnde. Och så fylls jag av en mysig känsla.

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Sally called when she got the word,
She said: "I suppose you've heard -
About Alice".
Well I rushed to the window,
And I looked outside,
But I could hardly believe my eyes -
As a big limousine rolled slowly
Into Alice's drive...

Oh, I don't know why she's leaving,
Or where she's gonna go,
I guess she's got her reasons,
But I just don't want to know,
'Cos for twenty-four years
I've been living next door to Alice.
Alice, who the fuck is Alice

Twenty-four years just waiting for a chance,
To tell her how I'm feeling, maybe get a second glance,
Now I've got to get used to not living next door to Alice...
Alice, who the fuck is Alice

Grew up together,
Two kids in the park,
Carved our initials,
Deep in the bark,
Me and Alice.
Now she walks through the door,
With her head held high,
Just for a moment, I caught her eye,
As a big limousine pulled slowly
Out of Alice's drive.

Oh, I don't know why she's leaving,
Or where she's gonna go,
I guess she's got her reasons,
But I just don't want to know,
'Cos for twenty-four years
I've been living next door to Alice.
Alice, who the fuck is Alice

Twenty-four years just waiting for a chance,
To tell her how I'm feeling, maybe get a second glance,
Now I gotta get used to not living next door to Alice...
Alice, who the fuck is Alice

Sally called back, asked how I felt,
She said: "I know how to help -
Get over Alice".
She said: "Now Alice is gone,
But I'm still here,
You know I've been waiting
For twenty-four years..."
And the big limousine disappeared...

I don't know why she's leaving,
Or where she's gonna go,
I guess she's got her reasons,
But I just don't want to know,
'Cos for twenty-four years
I've been living next door to Alice.
Alice, who the fuck is Alice

Twenty-four years just waiting for a chance,
To tell her how I feel, and maybe get a second glance,
But I'll never get used to not living next door to Alice...
Alice, who the fuck is Alice

Now I'll never get used to not living next door to Alice...