Woorden: Abba. Under Attack.

Don't know how to take it
don't know where to go
my resistance running low
and every day the
hold is getting tighter
and it troubles me so
(you know that I'm nobody's fool)
I'm nobody's fool
and yet it's clear to me
I don't have a strategy
it's just like taking candy
from a baby
and I think I must be

Under attack
I'm being taken
about to crack
defences breaking
won't somebody
please have a heart
come and rescue me now
'cause I'm falling apart
under attack
I'm taking cover
he's on my track
my chasing lover
thinking nothing can
stop him now
should I want to
I'm not sure I
would know how

This is getting crazy
I should tell him so
really let my anger show
persuade him that the
answer to his questions
is a definite no
(I'm kind of flattered I suppose)
guess I'm kind of flattered
but I'm scared as well
something like a magic spell
I hardly dare to think
of what could happen,
where I'd be if I fell

Under attack
I'm being taken
about to crack
defences breaking
won't somebody
please have a heart
come and rescue me now
'cause I'm falling apart
under attack
I'm taking cover
he's on my track
my chasing lover
thinking nothing can
stop him now
should I want to
I'm not sure I
would know how