The love of my life when I was a kid Came by my house this morning We used to dance the afternoons away with Kylie Back when the nineties were dawning The love of my life when I was a kid Used to write me the sweetest letters And one night he shot a couple of birds in a pool Thought it was to impress me He was my older brother's friend and had a light around him That would chase off any winter He had no father and his mother seemed younger than ours And he was a dancer He had the keys to a place where we could practice It felt almost like Dirty Dancing Minus the United States and instead of a resort It was the Folkets Hus basement Aaahhh... Well then I became a singer and he became a chimney sweep And a hunter and a father of two so far I got a grand piano and a house with a chimney And this morning he came by to sweep it And we sat on the steps to the house listening To the birds of the coming spring singing He said 'get up on the roof and put up a net Or they will build a nest in your chimney And when I touched his sweepers arm With my piano fingers He said "watch Frida, your hands will get dirty" And I felt like I had a fever The dark powers, the mayflowers The roads on which we travel How he told me no and how my young heart broke And how a cold new world unravelled I guess you do the dirty now and I do the dancing And once we were Baby and Johnny In a small boring town where the winters were long And our real names were Frida and Jimmy Aaahhh...