Lyrics Eyes of a Woman - Agnetha Fältskog
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
being
in
despair
She
said
that
explanations
won′t
get
you
anywhere
It's
not
a
matter
of
virtue
or
the
cause
you
defend
It′s
only
the
moments
of
choice
that
count
in
the
end
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
eyes
of
a
woman,
the
heart
of
a
child
The
soul
of
a
gypsy,
to
cherish
the
wild
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
evil,
is
a
cob
without
the
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
choice
that
count
in
the
end
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
eyes
of
a
woman,
the
heart
of
a
child
The
soul
of
a
gypsy,
to
cherish
the
wild
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
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
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