I grew up in this little town In the outskirts of Oslo Ran my little chicken legs around And early on At the age of three I met a girl Who's the world to me We were meant to be My sweet Katie At my house we used to Play with dolls But at hers We shot with guns Running 'round With her brothers Hunting birds We explored the nature naked And aimed For the stars Oooooh My sweet Katie Ooooh You know me better Than even God Will ever do Ooooh My life Would've been poor Without you Concidering all Our differences And the things that We don't share You're still the one I turn to when I cry If you and I had met today We might have gone Our seperate ways But we were meant to be My sweet Katie Ooooh You know me better Than even God Will ever do Ooooh My life Would've been poor Without you Ooooh You know me better Than even God Will ever do Ooooh You know me better Than even Mom Will ever do Ooooooh My life Would've been poor Without you