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You Should Be in Sweden Lyrics

I saw you at the subway the other day
You were drinking hot chocolate
I thought about asking you for a sip
But on second thought I didn't want to burn my tongue
I chased you up the stairs and outside
I got into a taxi cab
I didn't want to see you, you were looking good
I wanted to cool off take some time out of the busy day
I heard a knock on my door, my door.
Who was there?
What are you doing here?
I'm really not sure you should be here right now.
Cause I'm going. It's getting a little pricey.
That you should be in Sweden my friend
Cause it's the only place for you
I hear they have really nice gear of sorts there.
You should be in Sweden my friend
Yeah, you should be in Sweden
Get yourself to Sweden
Take a photo on the plane I don't care
You should be in Sweden.
I'll tell you what we can do.
I'll tell you what we can do.
I'll tell you what we can do.
You're not bent on calling me.
And we'll do lunch I'm sure.
Your fax machine can fax my bags.
And it'll get in touch with your answering machines secretary.

Your hair doesn't shine like it used to.
You're not using that conditioner I gave you last year from your birthday.
It was salon selected, I thought you would like it.
And now I'm so scared. I'm pale as white.
I would invite you to sit but I didn't want you to ruin my new sofa.
I've felt this too many times.
I just get myself back up the nerve to say , the nerve.
That you should be in Sweden my friend
What are you doing here?
You should be in Sweden.
You can ski when you're there there.
That you should be in Sweden my friend
Yeah, get yourself Sweden
I don't care how you do it.
Just go to Sweden, go to Sweden.
I'll tell you what we can do.
I'll tell you what we can do.
I'll tell you what we can do.
You're not bent on calling me.
But we'll do lunch I'm sure.
Your fax machine can fax me back.
And get in touch with my cappuccino maker.

You're not bent on calling me.
And we'll take for awhile I'm sure
You can get back my postcard machine.
And It'll get in touch with your answering machines secretary.
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