Текст песни ABBA — Super Trouper

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 belo-onged there,
I figured it made sense building me a fence,
Building me a home thinking I’d be stro-ong 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 a-all),
The loser has to fall (has to fa-all) -
It’s simple and it’s plain (yes, it's plain, no),
Why should I complain (why compla-ain)?

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 wi-ill decide (will deci-ide),
The likes of me - abide (me abi-ide).
Spectators of the show (of the sho-ow)
Always staying low (staying lo-ow).

The game is on again (on aga-ain) -
A lover or a friend (or a frie-end),
A big thing or a small (big or sma-all) -
The winner takes it all (takes it a-all)!

I don’t wanna talk if it makes you fee-eel sad
And I understand you’ve come to shake my hand.
I apologize if it makes you fee-eel bad
Seeing me so tense, no self-confidence... But you see -