S?n?t sn?t och vinn tillbaks den k?ek du f?rade p?yllan
Du ?vacker; sl? min t? med rosa l?ar, pipa, eller pilsner
Vaknar upp en M?ag i April, p?n vanlig dag
Leker du med elden, aj aj, buff?tar en cigarett frukost

Du ?f?in f?ig, men jag vill ha dig ??r>Jag passar inte ins?det jag b?men jag vill veta hur
Du ?f?in f?ig, men dom har sagt att det g?br>Jag g?ibland och t?er likadant, s?lir det fel ??r>
Dom vill veta om jag menar allvar n?jag kallar dig min flickv?br>Nu f?iden kanna inte ?ka n?n annan ?din, spindel
N?t ?s?laddigt, aj aj, buff?och det regnar in
Vaknar upp en M?ag i April, p?n vanlig dag
Rumpan bar

Du ?f?in f?ig, men jag vill ha dig ??r>Jag passar inte ins?det jag b?men jag vill veta hur
Du ?f?in f?ig, men dom har sagt att det g?br>Jag g?ibland och t?er likadant, s?lir det fel ??r>
ENGLISH: (This translation is not word-for-word literal, it adapts the many Swedish colloquialisms in the song into their English counterparts...as closely as I could, anyway!)

Say something kind and win back the love you lost when you were drunk
You are beautiful; quench my thirst with those rose lips, pipe, or pilsner
I wake up on a Monday in April, on a normal day
You're playing with the lighter, oh oh, a buffet, taking a cigarette breakfast

You are too good for me, but you will still be mine
I realise that I am not as suited for you as I should be, but I will know how
You are too good for me, they say that's how it goes
Sometimes I think so, too, but that's a mistake

They will know I'm serious when I say you're my girlfriend
Nowadays I can't love anyone but you, spider
Your web is so sticky, oh oh, a buffet, and then it rains on it
I wake up on a Monday in April, on a normal day
Your backside is bare

You are too good for me, but you will still be mine
I realise that I am not as suited for you as I should be, but I will know how
You are too good for me, they say that's how it goes
Sometimes I think so, too, but that's a mistake