Lyrically Speaking

The trouble is...

I'm an Abba kinda lady

much as I'd love not to be

and swing out powerfully singing

I will survive

I will survive

and I suppose I do

Then Waterloo

I'm defeated and wars are won

and all I can do is sing

How Blue can you make me

which turns to

Ooh Child

things are gonna get easier

when I tell them all

I beg your pardon

I never

promised you a rose garden

though

like a night in a forest

you fill up my senses

I'm an Abba kinda lady

so come fill me again.