You think twice in the street, Feel ice on your feet. No one’s here at hand. Strange land… You come home to meet nights, Switch on all the lights, Live here on your own. Take your phone. Chorus: Dutch girl. Will we ever Dutch girl. Sing together? Dutch girl. Belle jeune femme. A girl from Amsterdam. Come out late at night, Switch off all the light, Don’t live on your own, Pick up your phone. I’ll see your deep blue eyes, See you walk on ice. I will give my hand – It’s my land.