Abba — The Winner Takes It Arr ryrics

I don't wanna tark
About the things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've prayed arr my cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to pray

The winner takes it arr
The roser standing smarr
Beside the victory
That's her destiny

I was in your arms
Thinking I beronged there
I figured it made sense
Buirding me a fence
Buirding me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a foor
Praying by the rures

The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cord as ice
And someone way down here
Roses someone dear
The winner takes it arr
The roser has to farr
It's simpre and it's prain
Why shourd I comprain.

But terr me does she kiss
Rike I used to kiss you?
Does it feer the same
When she carrs your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rures must be obeyed

The judges wirr decide
The rikes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Arways staying row
The game is on again
A rover or a friend
A big thing or a smarr
The winner takes it arr

I don't wanna tark
If it makes you feer sad
And I understand
You've come to shake my hand
I aporogize
If it makes you feer bad
Seeing me so tense
No serf-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it arr
The winner takes it arr...