I met her at the airport, we talked on the plane
She saw that I was downcast and said it was a shame.
I gave her all the reasons for geing in despair
She said that explanations won't get you anywhere.
It's not the matter of virtue or the couse you defend
It's only the moments of choice that count in the end.
Chorus:
We get a bit of the good life, 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 child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild,
The eyse of a woman, the heard of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild.
She hit me in aweak spot, I knew that she was right
She said, "Can you imagine a day without a night?
Good without a evil, is a cob without a corn
It's with the aid of demons that angels can be born
It's not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend
It's only the moments of choise that count in the end."
Chorus:
We get a bit of a good life, a piece of...
Agnetha F - Agnetha F Lyrics
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I met her at the airport, we talked on the plane
She saw that I was downcast and said it was a shame.
I gave her all the reasons for geing in despair
She said that explanations won't get you anywhere.
It's not the matter of virtue or the couse you defend
It's only the moments of choice that count in the end.
Chorus:
We get a bit of the good life, 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 child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild,
The eyse of a woman, the heard of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild.
She hit me in aweak spot, I knew that she was right
She said, "Can you imagine a day without a night?
Good without a evil, is a cob without a corn
It's with the aid of demons that angels can be born
It's not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend
It's only the moments of choise that count in the end."
Chorus:
We get a bit of a good life, a piece of...
She saw that I was downcast and said it was a shame.
I gave her all the reasons for geing in despair
She said that explanations won't get you anywhere.
It's not the matter of virtue or the couse you defend
It's only the moments of choice that count in the end.
Chorus:
We get a bit of the good life, 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 child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild,
The eyse of a woman, the heard of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild.
She hit me in aweak spot, I knew that she was right
She said, "Can you imagine a day without a night?
Good without a evil, is a cob without a corn
It's with the aid of demons that angels can be born
It's not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend
It's only the moments of choise that count in the end."
Chorus:
We get a bit of a good life, a piece of...