Min Pojke - Poem by Solene O'Brien
My boy is Swedish, my boy is mine, but he doesn't say he'll be staying.
My boy is Swedish, my boy is mine, and he has the most charming grey eyes.
He doesn't say, all the things that you did. Now don’t you feel sick, don’t you feel sick.
And science agrees with all of his genes
It’s making me sweat, how beautiful he is
Yeah my boy is scientifically perfect
And I think you’re a little close to jealous.
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