I don't wanna talk
About the things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play
The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny
The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It's simple and it's plain
Why should I complain. каждое лето влюбляюсь каждое лето первый поцелуй почему я не могу без этого почему не могу быть верной в помыслахведь я люблю его как никого другогои все равно нахожу приключения на свою точку