Head Over Heals

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, "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 
(She's just one of those who always has to do whatever she please) 
And she goes 
Head over heels