i don’t wanna talk
about things we’ve gone through
though it’s hurting me now it’s history
i’ve played all my cards
and that’s what you’ve done too
nothing more to say no more ace to play
the winner takes it all
the loser’s standing small
beside the victory
that’s her destiny
i was in your arms
thinking i belonged there
i figured it made sense building me a fence
building me a home
thinking i’d be strong there
but i was a fool playing by the rules
the gods may throw a dice
their minds as cold as ice
and someone way down here
loses someone dear
the winner takes it all takes it all
the loser has to fall has to fall
it’s simple and it’s plain it seems plain
why should i complain why complain
but tell me does she kiss
like i used to kiss you
does it feel the same when she calls your name
somewhere deep inside
you must know i miss you
but what can i say rules must be obeyed
the judges will decide they decide
the likes of me abide we abide
spectators of the show of the show
always staying low staying low
the game is on again on again
a lover or a friend or a friend
a big thing or a small big or small
the winner takes it all takes it all
4
i don’t wanna talk
if it makes you feel sad
and i understand you’ve come to shake my hand
i apologise
if it makes you feel bad
seeing me so tense no selfconfidence
but you see the winner takes it all
the winner takes it all
so the winner
takes it all
and the loser
has to fall
throw a dice
cold as ice
way down here
someone dear
takes it all
has to fall
it seems plain
why complain
Artist: Abba
Year: 1980
Decade: 80s
Language: en
Word Count: 148