Frida
He stands
Towering over me beside my bed
Losing his head
Tells me
I must take him seriously
Droning on the usual way
He's such a clever guy
And I wonder
Should I laugh or cry
He's dressed
In the striped pyjamas that I bought
Trousers too short
Gives me
On his small philosophy
Carries on the way he does
And me I get so tired
And I wonder
Should I laugh or cry
Agnetha, Frida
A fool's pride in his eyes
Standing there on his toes
To grow in size
All I see is a big balloon
Halfway up to the moon
He's wrapped up in the warm
And save cocoon
Of an eternal lie
So should I laugh or cry
Frida
Strange how
Dangerously indifferent I have grown
Cold as a stone
No more
Pain as there was pain before
Far away he rambles on
I feel my throat go dry
And I wonder
Should I laugh or cry
Agnetha,
A fool's pride in his eyes
Standing there on his toes
To grow in size
All I see is a big balloon
Halfway up to the moon
He's wrapped up in the warm
And save cocoon
Of an eternal lie
So should I laugh or cry