ABBA

I don’t wan ^G na talk
About the things ^D we’ve gone through
Though it’s ^Ami hurting me
Now it’s ^D history
^G I’ve ^D played ^Ami all ^D my cards
And that’s what you’ve done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play

The winner ^G takes it all
The loser ^Emi7 standing small
Beside the ^Ami victory
That’s her ^D destiny

^G I was ^D in ^Ami your ar ^D ms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
^G Buil ^D ding me ^Ami a ho ^D me
Thinking I’d be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules

^G The ^Emi7 gods ^Ami may th ^D row a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
^G The ^Emi7 winner ^Ami takes ^D it all
The loser has to fall
It’s simple and it’s plain
Why should I complain.

^G But ^D tell me ^Ami does ^D she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
^G Somew ^D here ^Ami deep ^D inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed

^G The ^D judges ^Ami will ^D decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
^G The ga ^Emi7 me is ^Ami on ^D again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all

^G I do ^D n’t wan ^Ami na ta ^D lk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You’ve come to shake my hand
^G I apo ^D logize ^{Ami D}
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence

But you see
^G The ^D winner ^Ami takes ^D it all
The winner takes it all...