Head Over Heels - ABBA

I have a very good friend

The kind of girl who likes to follow a trend

She has a personal style

Some people like it, others tend to go wild

You hear her voice everywhere

Taking the chair

She’s a leading lady

And with no trace of hesitation, she keeps going

Head over heels, breaking her way

Pushing through unknown jungles every day

She’s a girl with a taste for the world

(The world is like a playing-ground where she goes rushing)

Head over heels, setting the pace

Running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace

She’s extreme, if you know what I mean

Her man is one I admire

He’s so courageous but he’s constantly tired

Each time when he speaks his mind

She pats his head and says, «Oh, that’s all very fine

Exert that will of your own

When you’re alone

Now we’d better hurry»

And with no trace of hesitation, she keeps going

Head over heels, breaking her way

Pushing through unknown jungles every day

She’s a girl with a taste for the world

(The world is like a playing-ground where she goes rushing)

Head over heels, setting the pace

Running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace

She’s extreme, if you know what I mean

You hear her voice everywhere

Taking the chair

She’s a leading lady

And with no trace of hesitation, she keeps going

Head over heels, breaking her way

Pushing through unknown jungles every day

She’s a girl with a taste for the world

(The world is like a playing-ground where she goes rushing)

Head over heels, setting the pace

Running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace

She’s extreme, if you know what I mean

(Think she’s one of those who always has to do whatever she please)

And she goes head over heels