Songtexte:
A Teens The Abba Generation

Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight There's not a soul out there No one to hear my prayer Gimme gimme gimme a

Tonight the Super Trouper lights are gonna find me Shining like the sun (Sup-p-per Troup-p-per) Smiling, having fun (Sup-p-per Troup-p-per) Feeling like a

strolling down the Elysee We had a drink in each cafe And you You talked of politics, philosophy And I smiled like Mona Lisa We had our chance It was a

lonely, one of us is only Waiting for a call, sorry for herself Feeling stupid feeling small Wishing she had never left at all I saw myself as a concealed

on me It was like shooting a sitting duck A little small talk a smile and baby I was stuck I still don't know what you've done with me A grown up woman

I've seen you twice, in a short time Only a week since we started It seems to me, for every time I'm getting more open-hearted I was an impossible case

's not a soul out there No one to hear my prayer (Chorus) Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! A man after midnight Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! A man after midnight There's not a

must come to an end Look at me now, will I ever learn? I don't know how but I suddenly lose control There's a fire within my soul Just one look and I can hear a

One of us is only Waiting for a call Sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small Wishing she had never left at all I saw myself as a concealed attraction