Het zoetste dat ik ken

Even een uitstapje weg van de (witte) Britten van de jaren negentig.

The sweetest thing, I’ve ever known
Was like the kiss on the collarbone
Soft caress of happiness
The way you walk, your style of dress

I wish I didn’t get so weak
Ooh baby, just to hear you speak
Makes me argue just to see
How much you’re in love with me
See, like a queen, a queen upon her throne

It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know
It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know

I get mad when you walk away
(Don’t walk away)
So I tell you leave, when I mean stay
Warm as the sun dipped in black

Fingertips on the small of my back
More valuable than all I own
Like your precious, precious
Precious, precious dark skin tone

It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know
It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know

It was the, ah, I tried to explain
Ah, but baby, it’s in vain

Speaking on my mother’s phone
The touch that makes me think I’m grown
(You ain’t grown)

Sweet prince of the ghetto, your kisses taste like amaretto
Intoxicating, oh, so intoxicating
How sad, how sad that all things come to an end
But then again, I’m, I’m not alone

It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know
It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know

Ah, sometimes watch you in your sleep
Ah, excuse me if I get to deep
(Ha)

It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know
It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know

It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know
It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know

It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know
It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know

The sweetest thing, Refugee Camp All Stars ft. Lauryn Hill, 1997

  • Uitgelichte afbeelding: Door The Come Up Show from Canada – Lauryn Hill June 21, 2014 @ Sound Academy (Toronto), CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=46951298