Interpret:

ABBA

Album:

Mamma Mia - musical

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's 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 a 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?


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 will decide 
The likes of me abide 
Spectators of the show 
Always stay in row
The game is on again 
A lover or a friend 
A big thing or a small 
The winner takes it all 


I don't wanna 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 winner takes it all