Head over Heels lyrics

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.

• Artist:ABBA
• Album:The Visitors (1981)