You're the one the one for me
Are you ready to fly with me?
Through the night of party and ecstasy
Take my hand fly with me
Keep on movin' to the sweet melody
Let me show you you were my destiny
[Chorus:]
You make me feel like dancin'
Until the mornin' comes
You make me feel romancin' on and on and on
You make me feel like dancin'
Until the mornin' comes
You make me feel romancin' on and on and on
You're the one the one for me
Are you ready to fly with me
Through the night of party and ecstasy
Take my hand fly with me
Keep on movin' to the sweet melody
Let me show you you were my destiny
[Chorus]
On and on and on [x2]
On and on and on
[Chorus]Benny Andersson, Tim Rice, and Bjorn Ulvaeus
MOLOKOV:
We wish, no must, make our disgust at this abuse perfectly clear.
We're here for chess -- are the U.S.? If so, why foul the atmosphere?
FLORENCE:
I must protest -- our delegation has a host of valid points to raise,
Our player's sporting attitude's beyond all praise,
as any neutral would attest
But we concede the fact his masters bend the rules is not a
player's fault --
We'll overlook their crude political assault
and under protest will proceed
MOLOKOV:
We wish, no must, make our disgust at this abuse perfectly clear
we're here for chess -- are the U.S.? How can you make such a claim?
MOLOKOV: ARBITER:
If your man's so sweet Point 17
Then why his fighting talk? No one-way screen
If he's not a cheat Will be allowed
Then why on earth In the hall
Did he go take a walk?
FLORENCE:
Why let him loose? I am not surprised
He'll soon reduce He wanted fresher air
This great event Once he realized
To a brawl There was no hope
Of your lot playing fair
It's very sad How sad
To see the ancient and To see
Distinguished game What used
That used to be To be
BOTH:
A model of decorum and tranquillity
Become like any other sport
A battleground for rival ideologies
To slug it out with glee
THE RUSSIAN: MOLOKOV:
Through the elegant yelling We wish, no must, make our disgust
Of this compelling dispute At this abuse perfectly clear
Comes the ghastly suspicion We're here for chess -- are the U.S.?
My opposition's a fruit If so, why foul the atmosphere?
FLORENCE: ARBITER:
I don't suppose Point 23
You'd understand the strain