It was Sunday morning, in Rotterdam
His French accent woke me up and said
Lets go Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping
Oooooh
In a group of seven, we hopped on bikes
I sat on his porter secretly hugging him from behind
Driving through early November ice
Yeah
Ice rain, shy Guy
A good lover and already high
Stripped naked in the wind
Counting down from three and going
Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping
Oooaah
Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping
Three, two one
Thats where it all began
In a dark blue suit, with a bowtie and vans
He skated to work, my eyes just followed him
Till the end, of the world
In Rotterdam, Rotterdam, Rotterdaaaam
Sudrapupapupidndubao...
Ice rain, shy Guy
A good lover and already high
Stripped naked in the wind
Counting down from three and going
Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping
Oooaah
Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping
Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping, Skinny-Dipping
Three, two, one
Thats where it all began