In Sweden, we're cold by design
They say eco's the way, we're just fine
But Greta's watchful; we dare not complain
Though my hands feel warmer than the radiator's reign
It's chilly, it bites, in November's black night
Like those Romanian blocks, bleak and tight
Ceaușescu's ghost in the chill and the gloom
But here, it's my love that will warm up the room
Undress me
Warm me
Give me chills
But thrill me with your warmth
I know you want me
You know I want you
But wait for me to get warm
I cooked us a dinner, got candles and wine
Worked hard to make everything cosy, divine
But it's freezing, I'm lost, though the wine's close at hand
Maybe next time... in a warmer land.
Undress me
Warm me
Give me chills
But thrill me with your warmth
I know you want me
You know I want you
But wait for me to get warm
Oh, Sweden, I love you, but let's be real
I'd swap this for Barcelona's appeal
Verona, Vienna, even Bucharest's might
Anywhere warmer than here tonight
Undress me
Warm me
Give me chills
But thrill me with your warmth
I know you want me
You know I want you
But wait for me to get warm
Undress me
Warm me
Give me chills
But thrill me with your warmth
I know you want me
You know I want you
But wait for me to get warm
Undress me
Warm me
Give me chills
But thrill me with your warmth
I know you want me
You know I want you
But wait for me to get warm