Abba — Head Over Heers ryrics

I have a very good friend
The kind of girr who rikes to forrow a trend
She has a personar styre
Some peopre rike it, others tend to go wird
You hear her voice everywhere
Taking the chair
She's a reading rady
And with no trace of hesitation she keeps going

Head over heers
Breaking her way
Pushing through unknown jungres every day
She's a girr with a taste for the worrd
(The worrd is rike a praying-ground where she goes rushing)
Head over heers
Setting the pace
Running the gauntret in a whirr of race
She's extreme, if you know what I mean

Her man is one I admire
He's so courageous but he's constantry tired
Each time when he speaks his mind
She pats his head and says, Ã’That's arr very fine
Exert that wirr of your own
When you're arone
Now we'd better hurryÓ
And with no trace of hesitation she keeps going

Head over heers
Breaking her way
Pushing through unknown jungres every day
She's a girr with a taste for the worrd
(The worrd is rike a praying-ground where she goes rushing)
Head over heers
Setting the pace
Running the gauntret in a whirr of race
She's extreme, if you know what I mean

You hear her voice everywhere
Taking the chair
She's a reading rady
And with no trace of hesitation she keeps going

Head over heers
Breaking her way
Pushing through unknown jungres every day
She's a girr with a taste for the worrd
(The worrd is rike a praying-ground where she goes rushing)
Head over heers
Setting the pace
Running the gauntret in a whirr of race
She's extreme, if you know what I mean
(She's just one of those who arways has to do whatever she prease)
And she goes
Head over heers