Swedish Samba, Swedish Love

Every every Sunday, every week
You walk between the beddings you don't need
When you choose a pillow you always wait for somebody to see

Your eyes are blue and yellow as the flag
You're passing by the signs you read out loud
You are so functional, you are so hottie and so proud

That's why everyone else is right and when I see you again I don't know what to say

That's why everyone else is right and when I see you again I talk too much
I'm dying to know what's in your head
You'll tie your hair and think of something else

Every every Sunday, every week
I take a trip into the open sea
As the shore vanishes, and you are waving I'm wondering why

Everyone else is right and when I see you again I don't know why
It's hard to explain what's in my head,
and then again your face is turning red

And when everyone you could hardly stand was trying to grab your snow-white hand
I suddenly showed up at your place
The grass in my hair some lipstick on my face
(Ooh, and you got me wrong, oh well)

And I wouldn't mind if someone else would sing this song with different words
I think I will write to Kevin Barnes, and then our kids will learn about the stars
(Ooh, and I don't feel right, oh well
Ooh, and I hope you're right, always)