"The Ballad of Princess Madeleine"

Madeleine, Madeleine, Madeleine

You are twisting and turning the Swedish men's hearts

They're thinking of you and they are falling apart

Drifting into fantasies, - of you

The newspapers are showing your pretty face

The Swedish men are right in place

Drifting into fantasies, - of you

Madeleine, Madeleine, Madeleine

The Swedish men go to bed at night

Struggling with what they now call Madeleine fight

Waking up in the morning, tired

And their wives are not so "light"

Madeleine, Madeleine, Madeleine

They drive into ditches, they drive into walls

And the police who stops them is very "tall"

And it does not help much to explain to him

Who is really on your mind

Madeleine, Madeleine, Madeleine

Madeleine, Madeleine, Madeleine

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