|The Winner Takes It All ABBA
I donít wanna talk, about the things weíve gone through
Though itís hurting me. Now itís history.
Iíve played all my cards, and thatís what youíve done too
Nothing more to say. No more ace to play
The winner takes it all. The loser standing small
Beside the victory. Thatís 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 Iíd 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, the loser has to fall
Itís simple and itís plain. Why should I 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 the likes of me abide
Spectators of the show always staying low
The game is on again. A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small. The winner takes it all
I donít wanna talk If it makes you feel sad
And I understand youíve come to shake my hand
I apologize... If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense no self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all. The winner takes it all......