The love of my life when I was a kid
Came by my house this morning
We used to dance the afternoons away with Kylie
Back when the nineties were dawning

The love of my life when I was a kid
Used to write me the sweetest letters
And one night he shot a couple of birds in a pool
Thought it was to impress me

He was my older brother's friend and had a light around him
that would chase off any winter
He had no father and his mother seemed younger than ours
And he was a dancer

He had the keys to a place where we could practice
It felt almost like Dirty Dancing
Minus the United States and instead of a resort
it was the Folkets Hus basement

Aaahhh

Well then I became a singer and he became a chimney sweep
And a hunter and a father of two so far
I got a grand piano and a house with a chimney
And this morning he came by to sweep it

And we sat on the steps to the house listening
To the birds of [bad word] spring singing
He said "get up on the roof and put up a net,
or they will build a nest in your chimney"

And when I touched his sweepers arm with my piano fingers
He said "watch Frida, your hands will get dirty"
And I felt like I had a fever

The dark powers, the mayflowers
The roads on which we travel
How he told me no and how my young heart broke
And how a cold new world unravelled

I guess you do the dirty now and I do the dancing
And once we were Baby and Johnny
In a small boring town where the winters were long
And our real names were Frida and Jimmy

Aaahhh