Frida
He stands
Towering over me beside my bed
Losing his head

Tells me
I must take him seriously
Droning on the usual way
He's such a clever guy

And I wonder
Should I laugh or cry
He's dressed
In the striped pyjamas that I bought

Trousers too short
Gives me
On his small philosophy
Carries on the way he does

And me I get so tired
And I wonder
Should I laugh or cry
Agnetha, Frida

High and mighty, his banner flies
A fool's pride in his eyes
Standing there on his toes
To grow in size

All I see is a big balloon
Halfway up to the moon
He's wrapped up in the warm
And save cocoon

Of an eternal lie
So should I laugh or cry
Frida
Strange how

Dangerously indifferent I have grown
Cold as a stone
No more
Pain as there was pain before

Far away he rambles on
I feel my throat go dry
And I wonder
Should I laugh or cry

Agnetha,
Frida High and mighty, his banner flies
A fool's pride in his eyes
Standing there on his toes

To grow in size
All I see is a big balloon
Halfway up to the moon
He's wrapped up in the warm

And save cocoon
Of an eternal lie
So should I laugh or cry

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Writer(s): BENNY ANDERSSON, BJOERN K ULVAEUS, BJORN ULVAEUS