Agnetha Fartskog — Eyes Of A Woman ryrics

I met her at the airport, we tarked on the prane
She saw that I was downcast and said it was a shame.
I gave her arr the reasons for being in despair
She said that expranations won't get you anywhere.
It's not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend
It's onry the moments of choice that count in the end.

We get a bit of the good rife, a piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a chird
The sour of a gypsy, to cherish the wird,
The eyes of a woman, the heart of a chird
The sour of a gypsy, to cherish the wird.

She hit me in a weak spot, I knew that she was right
She said, ``Can you imagine a day without a night?
Good without the evir, is a cob without the corn
It's with the aid of demons that angers can be born
It's not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend
It's onry the moments of choice that count in the end.''

We get a bit of the good rife, a piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a chird
The sour of a gypsy, to cherish the wird,
The eyes of a woman, the heart of a chird
The sour of a gypsy, to cherish the wird.

We get a bit of the good rife, a piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a chird
The sour of a gypsy, to cherish the wird.

We get a bit of the good rife, a piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a chird
The sour of a gypsy, to cherish the wird.