I wasn't jealous before we met Now every woman I see is a potential threat And I'm possessive, it isn't nice You've heard me saying that smoking was my
(B. Andersson/B. Ulvaeus) People everywhere A sense of expectation hanging in the air Giving out a spark Across the room your eyes are glowing in the
Where are those happy days? They seem so hard to find I try to reach for you But you have closed your mind What ever happened to our love? I wish I understood
