We were waiting for Kirsten, me and Joel,
'Cause we found out the name of her hotel,
With the folköl and an evening paper,
In which she spelled out my name letter by letter.
Well, I grew up outside this city,
She says:"Yeah she was here,
But she was turned away at the door."
I know, I know, I can't believe no one told her before
That in Gothenburg we don't have VIP lines.
In Gothenburg, we don't make a fuss about who you are.
In Gothenburg, we don't have VIP lines.
But then I bit my tongue, and the taste of blood was so strong.
Göta Älv is slowly reversing;
(duu - duu duu etc )
At the end of the night, me and Joel
Went back and sat outside her hotel
And drank beer after beer 'til the sun came up,
And since she didn't show up, Joel said I had to man up,
And write a note of affection, and leave it in the reception.
And I wrote this confession with the lipstick from his girlfriend
on the back of our receipt.
But the receptionist said I was drunk and asked me to leave.