Mamma Mia
I was cheated by you and I think you know when.
So I made up my mind it must come to an end.
Look at me now, will I ever learn?
I don't know how, but I suddenly lose control.
There's a fire within my soul.
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring.
One more look and now I know ev'rything. Oh oh.
Mamma Mia, here we go again.
My, my how can I resist you?
Mamma Mia, does it show again,
my, my just how much I missed you?
Yes, I've been brokenhearted,
blue since the day we started.
Why, why do I have to let you go?
Mamma Mia, now I really know,
my, my, really have to let you go.
I was angry and sad 'bout the things that you do.
I can't count all the times that I've cried over you.
And when you go, When you slam the door
I think you know I will always be filled with love.
That's all that you need to know.
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring.
One more look and I forget ev'rything. Oh oh.
Mamma Mia.....
What about us
We are searchlights, we can see in the dark.
We are rockets pointed up at the stars.
We are billions of beautiful hearts.
And you sold us down the river too far.
What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
What about us?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
What about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disasters?
What about love?
What about trust?
What about us?
We are problems that want to be solves.
We are children that need to be loved.
We were willing, we came when you called.
But man, you fooled us, enough is enough. Oh
What about us.....
I don't want control,
I want to let go,
Are you ready? I'll be ready.
'Cause now it's time to let them know.
We are ready. What about us?
What about us.....
Slipping through my fingers
Schoolbag in hand,
she leaves home in the early morning,
waving goodbye, with an absentminded smile.
I watch her go,
with a surge of that well known sadness,
and I have to sit down for a while.
The feeling that I’m losing her forever
and without really entering her world.
I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter,
that funny little girl.
Slipping through my fingers all the time,
I try to capture ev’ry minute,
the feeling in it.
Slipping through my fingers all the time,
do I really see what’s in her mind?
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
she keeps on growing.
Slipping through my fingers all the time.
Sleep in our eyes,
her and my at the breakfast table,
barely awake, I let precious time go by.
Then when she’s gone,
there’s that old melancholy feeling
and a sense of guilt I can’t deny.
What happened to the wonderful adventures,
the places I had planned for us to go?
Well, some of that we did, but most we didn’t
and why, I just don’t know.
Slipping through my fingers all the time,
I try to capture ev’ry minute,
the feeling in it.
Slipping through my fingers all the time,
do I really see what’s in her mind?
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
she keeps on growing.
Slipping through my fingers all the time.
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
and save it from the funny trick of time.
Slipping through my fingers.
Schoolbag in hand,
she leaves home in the early morning,
waving goodbye with an absentminded smile….
