Текст и перевод песни MC Einar - Mette Medium

Mette Medium

Mette hun var medium, sån ligger landet
Hele sit liv havde hun aldrig været andet
Hun var medium begavet, hun var medium køn
Havde et medium job med en medium løn
7-8 havde skolen ment; medium evner
25 år med medium som fællesnævner
Mette mente medium var meget for lidt
Og når det hvad man er, ja, så det knap så fedt
Fordi næstbedst er sokke, når man ved, hvad man vil
Og med pæne ben i lårkort lædernederdel
Gik hun steder, folk i læderjakker sniffer coke og hyggesnakker
Ka du komme te, BMW, slips og tyrenakker
Maksimum blær og minimillionær Dér, hvor penge var af plastic og ingen penge værd
Og hun mænged sig med maksimum for at være det selv
Og for brutalt at slå sit medium image ihjel
Og sån er det
Oh, Mette medium
Oh, Mette medium

Mette hun var maksimum mente hun selv
Hun var færdig med sin fortid, vinked medium farvel
At bolle under sin stand med en medium mand
Ja, det en ting, som en maksimum kvinde ikke kan
Men hun blev stadigvæk behandlet som det, hun nu var
En pige fra det liv, som hun var afskrevet fra
Så Mette havde sat sig selv i en klemme
For Mette hørte ikke længer nogen steder hjemme
Var totalt faret vild i en uægte stil
Med en snyde-attitude og en uægte smil
Hver en glatnakke-playboys letkøbte legetøj
Sex og sprut og coke og fest og skidt og møg
Stakkels Mette kom til kort, hun havde kørt sig for hårdt
Hun misted sin forstand efter sjette abort
At ta ved lære var desværre svært som hun nu var endt
For Mette Medium var blevet minimum permanent
Og sån er det
Oh, Mette medium
Oh, Mette medium

Mette hun var minimum, sån ligger landet
Hvad hun så end gjorde, ku hun aldrig blie andet
Det gik fuldstændig galt og hvad ku hun gøre
Og hvad rager det os, når vi har vores på det tørre?

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Oh, Mette medium
Oh, Mette medium
Oh, Mette medium

Oh, Mette medium

Mette Medium

Mette she was a medium, she was born that way
Her whole life, she never tried to stray
She was medium smart, she was medium pretty
Had a medium job, and a medium salary
7-8, the school said; medium ability
25 years of medium, that's her reality
Mette thought medium was far too little
And when that's who you are, well, it's not so thrilling
'Cause second best sucks, when you know what you're worth
And with nice legs in leather shorts
She went to places where people snorted coke and had fun
Can you come here, BMW, tie and Porsche drivers
Maximum swagger and minimum millionaires Where money was made of plastic and not worth a cent
And she hung out with the best to be the best herself
And to brutally kill her medium image
That's how it is
Oh, Mette medium
Oh, Mette medium

Mette she was the best, or so she thought
She was done with her past, she bid farewell to medium
To screw below her standards with a medium man
Yes, that's something a maximum woman can't do
But she was still treated like what she was now
A girl from the life she was written off from
So Mette had put herself in a bind
For Mette no longer belonged anywhere
Was totally lost in a fake style
With a fake attitude and a fake smile
Every slick playboy's cheap toy
Sex and booze and coke and party and dirt and filth
Poor Mette came up short, she had pushed herself too hard
She lost her mind after the sixth abortion
To learn a lesson was unfortunately difficult as she ended up
For Mette Medium had become minimum permanently
That's how it is
Oh, Mette medium
Oh, Mette medium

Mette she was minimum, that's how it is
No matter what she did, she could never be anything else
It went completely wrong and what could she do?
And what's it to us, when our own lives are going well?

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Oh, Mette medium
Oh, Mette medium
Oh, Mette medium

Oh, Mette medium