Benny Andersson, Tim Rice, and Bjorn Ulvaeus FLORENCE: I would have thought in the average affair That the first hint of trouble would be Oh so small
up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up (Chorus) [Busta Rhymes] Hey you, don't you dare give me no type of argument, All these devils
evening sun Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away But something in our minds will always stay Perhaps this final act was meant To clinch a lifetime's argument
