Reykjavik

When you first looked at me
In my pink bikini
Writing with the left hand
In my diary
You said hi
A bit kind of shy
Then you left me
After a quick swim
I recognized him
He could be my father
So why he kissed my neck
Maybe jetlack
But i kissed him back
And it felt so good
So I wanna dance with you
Dance with you in Reykjavik
I wanna dance with you in Reykjavik