ABBA - You Owe Me One Lyrics
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You Owe Me One
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What Are The Lyrics For You Owe Me One By ABBA?
Frida Now there's a shadow falling over our faces
Doubt forever in our hearts And in a while we'll start to pick up the traces We won't find the missing parts Buy me a ticket, I'll go to the Bahamas I need a rest from our petty little dramas Yes I really do Agnetha, Frida Aha, mm Now look what you've done I'm missing all the fun Baby you owe me one Aha, mm It's my turn to run A chance to feel the sun Baby you owe me one Frida I wasn't ready for this kind of intrusion I was taken by surprise Now both of us are in a state of confusion Hesitation in our eyes Something unwanted has entered our existence I think it's better to view it from a distance Yes I really do Agnetha, Frida Aha, mm Now look what you've done I'm missing all the fun Baby you owe me one Aha, mm It's my turn to run A chance to feel the sun Baby you owe me one Aha, mm Now look what you've done I'm missing all the fun Baby you owe me one Aha, mm It's my turn to run A chance to feel the sun Baby you owe me one Aha, mm Now look what you've done I'm missing all the fun Baby you owe me one Aha, mm It's my turn to run A chance to feel the sun Baby you owe me one Aha, mm Now look what you've done I'm missing all the fun Baby you owe me one Aha, mm It's my turn to run A chance to feel the sun Baby you owe me one Aha, mm Now look what you've done I'm missing all the fun Baby you owe me one Aha |
Who Wrote You Owe Me One By ABBA?
Benny Andersson, Bjoern K Ulvaeus, Bjorn Ulvaeus
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