• I am a girl, so happy and free.
    And oh, how I love it in Stockholm.
    I love my fella and he loves me.
    And oh, how I love it in Stockholm.

    Everything is right, it's all just so.
    And oh, how I love it in Stockholm.
    Sometimes we argue. There's the occational row.
    But oh, how I love him in Stockholm.

    He may hit me, or kick me, but hey we're in love.
    And oh, how I love him in Stockholm.
    He may greet me with a kiss, or a hug, or a shove.
    But oh, how I love him in Stockholm.

    I know he cares 'cause he says he does.
    And oh, how I love him in Stockholm.
    He's on his way home from the bar with a buzz.
    But oh, how I love him in Stockholm.

    He opens the door, he yells, and he swings.
    but oh, how I love him in Stockholm.
    He yells some more and breaks a few things.
    But oh, how I love him in Stockholm.

    My eye is a blue, my thigh bluer still.
    But oh, how I love him in Stockholm.
    He whispers sweet nothings with such pure skill.
    And oh, how I love him in Stockholm.

    He holds me so tight, he loves me so much.
    And oh, how I love him in Stockholm.
    I'll sit here and wait, bend at his touch.
    For i'll love him forever in Stockholm.