[Abba]
I wasnīt jealous
Before we met
Now every man I see
Is a potential threat
And Iīm possessive
It isnīt nice
Youīve heard me saying
That smoking was my only vice
But now it isnīt true
Now everything is new
And all Iīve learned
Has overturned
I beg of you
Donīt go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
It was like shooting
A sitting duck
A little smalltalk
A smile and baby
I was stuck
I still donīt know
What youīve done with me
A grown-up man should
Never fall so easily
I feel a kind of fear
When I donīt have you near
Unsatisfied
I skip my pride
I beg you dear
Donīt go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
Donīt go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
Iīve had a few
Little love affairs
They didnīt last very long
And theyīve been pretty scarce
I used to think
That was sensible
It makes the truth
Even more incomprehensible
īCause everything is new
And everything is you
And all Iīve learned
Has overturned
What can I do
Donīt go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
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