The Winner Takes it All

I don't want to 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 belonged there.
I figured it made sense, building me a fence,
Building me a home...thinking I'd be strong there.
But I was a fool, playing by the rules.

The gods may throw the dice,
Their minds as cold as ice.
And someone way down here loses someone dear.

The winner takes it all. The loser has to fall.
It's simple and it's plain. Why should I complain?

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 will decide, the likes of me abide
Spectators of the show, always staying low.
The game is on again.
A lover or a friend?
A big thing or a small.
The winner takes it all.

I don't want to talk, if it makes you feel sad.
And I understand, you've come to shake my hand.
I apologize, if it makes you feel bad.
Seeing me so tense, no self-confidence.

But you see, the winner takes it all.
The game is on again,
A lover or a friend?
A big thing or a small...

~Bjorn Ulvaeus and Benny Andersson