Reykjavik

When you first looked at me
In my pink bikini
Writing with the left hand
In my diary
U said hi
A bit kind of shy
Then u left me

After a quick swim
I recognized him
He could be my father
So why he kissed my neck
Maybe jetlag
But I kissed him back
And it felt so good

So I wanna dance with u
Dance with u in Reykjavik