Sunday, 6 May 2007

Because sometimes it's true

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 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
yes it's 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
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always 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

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 self-confidence.

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
yes its plain
why complain?


  1. Yay first!


    Fucking Abba?

    Fucking poof.

  2. Are you singing to me now?

  3. Swift kick to the nether regions of the winner it is then.

  4. That song is so sad, and that is why I love it.

    I am sending you a big mental hug right now.

  5. Abba is Abba backwards, so any mirror posts you do on the subject will be slightly more easy to read.

    What were the first words Eve heard?

    Madam, I'm Adam!

  6. I'm hoping you have an ace up your sleeve.

  7. Anonymous7/5/07 15:43

    Sorry about your mood swings!

  8. Anonymous7/5/07 19:17

    Swinging is one of my favorite pasttimes. Especially if the sun is shining. I can smell the metal chain holding the swing now. Wheeee.... wheee.... upsy daisy .... wheee

  9. Fifth Floor. I've found blogging and drinking is a really bad Idea.

  10. Anonymous8/5/07 03:55

    Hunky Tick, if only.


    *sounds of windows smashing, cars crashing and small animals exploding*


  12. Betty, you must join me at the karaoke this weekend.


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