Eyes of a Woman – Song and Lyrics by Agnetha Fältskog

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Written by: MARIANNE FLYNNER, PARIS HANS EDVINSON

Duration: 3:57

Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Eyes of a Woman’ by Agnetha Fältskog. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Agnetha Fältskog or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

I met her at the airport, we talked on the plane
She saw that I was downcast and said it was a shame.

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I gave her all the reasons for being in despair
She said that explanations won’t get you anywhere.
It’s not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend
It’s only the moments of choice that count in the end.

We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild,
The eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild.

She hit me in a weak spot, I knew that she was right
She said, “Can you imagine a day without a night?
Good without the evil, is a cob without the corn
It’s with the aid of demons that angels can be born
It’s not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend
It’s only the moments of choice that count in the end.”

We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild,
The eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild.

We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild.

We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild.