I don’t know what I was looking for and I’m not sure I found itnI left a note to my dad saying “I will be gone for about ten days or more”nWith my Washburn guitar in a hard case and a bag full of women’s clothesnI bought a stand by ticket to the airport in StanstednIt felt like I was homennI exchanged my Swedish moneynI exchanged my Swedish lifenAnd I exchanged my Swedish gendernBut I kept the Swedish sinnnI got a dirty old room at the Avon Hotel and the doves woke me up in the morningnAnd I was thinking to myself this could be heaven or abovenI put my make up on and I went out on the streetnI found a club for people like menFor an hour there I was a British queen dancing to the British accentnnSo London took my virginitynLondon took my breath awaynLondon took my pastnBut London left me the Swedish sinnnSuddenly I heard this voice inside saying “you’re falling into disgrace”nYou weren’t raised to behave this waynI started crying as I left the placennSo London took my virginitynLondon took my breath awaynLondon took my pastnBut London left me the Swedish sin nnSo London took my virginitynLondon took my breath awaynLondon took my pastnBut London left me the Swedish sin